It’s supposed to mean that family comes first. That the bond of DNA is unbreakable. That no matter what happens—betrayal, silence, or distance—you show up for the people who share your last name.
That is the water. Clear, necessary, life-giving. Blood and Water
There is a fine line between forgiving someone and setting yourself on fire to keep them warm. And somewhere along that line, you have to ask yourself: Is this bond making me stronger, or is it slowly drowning me? Then there is the other side. The friends who become siblings. The mentors who become parents. The partners who show you what safety actually feels like. It’s supposed to mean that family comes first