When you have several categories of ex-father & ex-mother and the like, but 'loving family' is so confusing a concept.
Then you remember home is where you save people from bleeding out and suicide.
Then you figure you're not thinking about any of it. Home is where my totem can be seen, a.k.a. whole the world. Staying even if everybody goes, because once upon a time, something of loyalty wasn't about choices, but about finding why traditions are good, for centuries. Plain acceptance and gratitude, not needing the why's.