I agreed that blood doesn't make a family. I've witnessed that in my life. I found that my relatives are never there when my family need help. Instead, those who have no blood ties are those who always there for me and my family. With open arms, they help us sincerely. I find this fact ironically. But then I realize that they whom many people say family aren't my family. They're just a bunch of people who happen to share the same blood ties with me.
My friends are always my family from then on.