We have an adopted brother.
My brother adopted his younger fraternity brother and he lived with us and we all loved him.
He was our brother for about three years, an almost perfect brother for five sisters.
Blood is thicker.
I haven’t seen or talked to my adopted brother in three years.
The last time I saw him, I cried after and then got drunk.
He had lied too much to us who loved him.
I don’t miss him.
Time is as thick as blood.
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