More Than Blood

We turned wrenches,
brushed on paint,
shared laughter in the quiet hours.

But what we built—
wasn’t just a car,
or a wall,
or a memory.

He didn’t just raise me.
He raised the parts of me
that believed I could stand on my own.

With every shared task,
he passed me pieces of his strength—
until I learned to hold my own weight…
and rise.

Because blood may tie us—
but love…
love teaches us how to live beyond it.