I’m Scott, a single dad who buried his 15-year-old son, Ben, six months ago. After a packed funeral full of promises, everyone gradually vanished—except Daniel, Ben’s loyal best friend, who visited every weekend during Ben’s long illness and stayed after his death with comfort, drawings, and unwavering support.
Just before he passed, Ben asked me to give Daniel his college fund. Though my family was shocked when I shared that decision at a tense family dinner, I stood firm—because Daniel had shown up when blood relatives didn’t. He started college this fall, and helping him move in brought me more peace than anything.
It’s taught me that true family isn’t defined by blood—it’s who stays when everything falls apart.