Not by blood. By choice. The one who knows your whole story and still picks up the phone. Who gets the joke before you finish telling it.
For your mom
The one who answered every 2am call. Who believed in you when you didn't believe in yourself. Who deserves more than brunch once a year.
For the friend who showed up
At the hospital. At the funeral. At 3am with no questions asked. The one who doesn't keep score. Who just... comes.
Or the one you can't repay
Because what they did can't be measured. Can't be thanked properly. Can't be expressed in words. But maybe in a flower that warms the room at night and will never fade away.