When I was in the psych ward once, my parents sent me flowers. Everyone else oohed and aahed and said that nobody would ever send them flowers for being in the psych ward. They said I was really lucky to have such a loving family.
My parents knew that I'm allergic to some types of flowers. In fact, I was so allergic to the flowers they sent that I had to take them out of my room and put them in a common area, and they *still* made my eyes watery and made me sneeze the whole time I was in the hospital.
In the end, I saw other people's families come to support them emotionally. When my parents picked me up, they yelled at me the entire car ride home. I came home to find that they'd opened all my mail and gone through my belongings. The flowers didn't mean that they cared -- they just wanted other people to have the idea that they cared.
Just like you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover, you shouldn't judge someone's family based only on how things look from the outside.
