Friends are the family we choose to surround ourselves with. That old idea that blood is thicker than water is all about chemistry. I know from the way my family is put together that there are things so much more important than blood. Blood is only what is spilled when a body is broken, not what holds families together.
Love holds families together.
Ask me the difference between the foster child and the adopted child and the birth child, the child of my heart and the friends of my heart, and I will tell you it is in the color of their eyes, the texture of their hair, the number of years they have been on this earth.
No discernible differences exist beyond this.
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