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THE FAMILY I DIDN'T KNOW I NEEDED


When I first met my best friend’s parents, they were simply “her parents” to me. Someone who is kind and welcoming, but still people who belonged to someone else’s world and not mine. But over the years, they became like my own. I never imagined how their presence would quietly change parts of my life I didn’t even realize were empty.

Her mom is someone I can talk to about things I wouldn't dare to bring up at my home . She listens, laughs at my weird stories, and somehow always knows the right thing to say when I’m having a rough day. And her dad is literally my second father. The way he drops me off like I’m his own kid, shows up with chocolates on my birthday, or secretly slips me pocket money like it’s no big deal — it matters more than he probably knows. Because in those moments, he fills a space inside me where my own father’s presence is missing. He doesn’t have to do any of it, but he does, and it means more than I could ever fully explain.

And the best part? They don’t call me their daughter’s friend. They call me their second daughter. And every time they say it, it hits different. It’s not just a word, it’s this quiet reminder that I belong in their family.

It made me realise that family isn’t always about blood. Sometimes,It’s about the people who open their arms and make you feel like you belong, who chooses to love you when you need it most. And I’m endlessly grateful that I found that love in them. Because in a world that can sometimes feel lonely, they gave me a place to call home.

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