I believe that blood is thicker than water. Being raised in a family oriented household. I’ve learned to follow basic morals that family is one of the most important things in your life. Growing up in the Bronx and Queens I started to learn that yes you make friends along the way in life, yes you start to feel as if they are family but I also had to learn that just because they feel like family your real blood is what comes first. One half of my family wasn’t raised the same as the other side so growing up with one side for a good bit taught me loyalty in a different way, but I’ll always remember that scared 10 year old that was walking with his best friend going home from the bodega. We were right there my apartment was just a couple steps away when we were approached by two men and questioned about are business being around the area so late in fear I tried to respond but only broken sentences would come out. That’s when one grabbed my arm aggressively and my best friends fight or flight instincts kicked but mine didn’t I froze and my best friend was already gone. I was crying in hopes someone heard and to my relief my cousins came downstairs to see what was happening, the two men recognized my cousins from the block down and the same face I had when they grabbed me those two grown men made when they saw my cousins. I got walked to school the next day by my cousin and there he was my so called best friend the one who I thought was my brother, who left me there in a heartbeat we didn’t speak for the day and day turned into a week into a month a month into a year and now it’s been good 7 years.