I consider my best friend’s family to be my second family. Each and every one of her family members treat me like their own. I am a granddaughter to Nana, a daughter to her mother and father, a sister to her sisters, and a friend to all of her dogs. I am always treated with respect and love.
I remember it like it was yesterday, I walked into my best friend’s warm, comfy home. My hands were shaking and my body felt frozen. I wanted to be perfect, so that her family liked me. Vivyan, my best friend, told me to relax because they were weird and they will love you. From the moment I met them, they welcomed me with open arms, treating me with the same warmth and affection they show each other. Their home is a place where laughter echoes in the halls, and there's always an extra plate for dinner. We share inside jokes, celebrate milestones together, and support each other through tough times. The bond we've built goes beyond friendship; it's a chosen family where love and loyalty run deep, making me feel truly at home.
The family of my best friend has grown to be an indispensable part of my life, duplicating the characteristics that characterize my own family. We share experiences that have strengthened our ties, and their unfailing support and unconditional love have made it stronger than any blood relationship. I have learned from this chosen family that the relationships we create, the love we provide, and the support we give each other are what make a family truly special. They have taught me that family is about more than simply biological kinship—it's about the important, lifelong bonds we form and maintain. Viv’s mom, Mrs. Glass, always makes sure my health is good and talks to me when I need her. Even if I just need a hug. My best friend's family has accepted me and shown me so much love that it has greatly enhanced my life.
Other than her family, Vivyan, my best friend, has always been there for me. She has never given up on me and always accepted the fact that my family is hard. When my step dad left my mom, sister, and I for months, her family would pick me up to go places like lunch or the movies. I always felt safe with them. Vivyan made sure I was safe and okay. When I came over to her house, she never would talk about what happened, she treated me like a normal girl, unless I said something. She never made a big deal out of the fact that I was living with my grandmother. Vivyan was the first person that came over to my house and stayed, even if it was empty. Whether I am going through a personal crisis or celebrating a triumph, my best friend is always the first person I turn to. This unwavering support is a cornerstone of our relationship. When life gets tough, my best friend is there to offer a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, and practical advice.
I have complete faith in my best friend, just as I would in a parent or sister. Years of respect for one another and honesty have helped to establish this trust. We take great care to protect the secrets, anxieties, and dreams that each of us has about the other. We support one another through thick and thin, just like family members would. It's not common to find this kind of loyalty in friendships, but it's what makes my relationship with my bestie unique.
My best friend and I have chosen to be family even if we are not biological relatives. In today's world, when family ties are formed more on the basis of love, trust, and respect than just biological ties, the idea of a chosen family is becoming more and more understood. My best friend is a living example of the notion that family is about more than simply genetics—it's also about the bonds we make when we show each other real affection and concern.