They were the people who claimed you.
In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up,
who stayed there regardless.
The strength of a family,
like the strength of an army,
is in its loyalty to each other.
Blood makes you related.
Loyalty makes you family.
Just because somebody doesn’t love you
the way you want them to doesn’t mean they don’t love you with everything they got…
Friends will always come and go but family is there forever…