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Friend is the sibling of different mother.

friends are the siblings of different mother.
One who gives space to pent down one's emotion.
One who tolerate one's non -stop drama .
One who lends one's ear to listen you non-stop.
One who gives shoulder to cry .
Friends are ..........
One who criticize you but never belittle you .
One who laugh at you but never make fun of you.
One who take your side when other against you .
One who love you when others leave you .
At times ....
Friends act as a mother and protect you .
Friends act as a sister and support you .
Friends act as a lover and love you .
Friends act as an enemies and criticise you .
Friends act as a teacher and instruct you .
Friends are .............
Whose loves fills your heart 
Whose loss make you cross .
Whose smile make you jovial .
Whose support make you escort.

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