What a strangly fitting question for me, Ingo. I chose friends. There's something about friends that makes you work harder than the others. There's also something about friends that makes you fail more often than the others. It's a challenge, and I love it, but it's horrid when it becomes a mess. Which one would you pick?
I do have only a small family left (aunt and cousin, long story), and I learned over the years that "friends they come and friends they go" (a song), but there is one person I selected to make a never-ending commitment to, my wife