Five minutes to write from a single word prompt...go!
Blood as in family. As in DNA.
From the minute I met him, I fell in love with my little brother B. Who is now my brother B who is going to college next year. Who is taller and bigger than me. Mr. RK calls me B's "little sister."
I don't have children, other than furry ones with tails, but I am told the fierce and protective bond I have for him is like that. Momma Bear. Don't mess with my brother. If you ruin his day, you ruin mine, and God fucking help you.
Blood, frankly, means nothing to me. Family are the people you love, who love you, who you surround yourself with my choice. DNA is a matter of coincidence.
And next week, B is going to have a very special kind of celebration (psst, I'll let you know when it's done) that proves exactly my point.
Blood isn't what matters. Blood, frankly, would have let me down a long time ago.
Family is different.