Family problems seem to be sprouting from out of nowhere lately.

Last night, I was happily surfing on the net when the doorbell rang on our small apartment. I was a little surprised to see my grandmother standing outside carrying a few bags. I hid my shock from her and happily ushered her inside.

Now, don't get me wrong. I love my grandma, but it was rather unusual seeing her at 11 pm. I thought to myself that this is no social visit, seeing those bags she was carrying.

I asked my brother what was wrong, since he and my parents were the one who fetched my grandma and brought her in our apartment. Apparently, grandma and my Auntie Del had a big row that led to a shouting match, which led to Grandma packing her bags and walking out of her house.

Oh well, I figured we are just like any family, with fights breaking out of nowhere. I guess we're normal.