Sorry about your luck. You know how I read that, it's as if to say, yes, acknowledge who your blood relatives are. Don't, for example, swap out your dad for some stranger like he was just a Nintendo carriage or accept any old witch of a stepmother above the one who carried you for nine months just because that one died or had less money or something. To honor is to recognize, show respect and exhibit devotion, and with family, there are some interesting Bible notes. The begets are actually apparently really important. If you're into late classical Christianity, Thomas Aquinas wrote both Summa Contra the Gentiles, arguing that blood alone doesn't save you (that bother or sister of yours might be bad.) and he also wrote Summa Contra the Jews arguing that it's not just your religion and national heritage either (Israel rejected Christ after all, so couldn't someone else be in his following?) Sometimes all honor really means is acknowledgment of the facts, as in observing. You can be honest, and say, yes, I'm related to them and her, and those ones are my parents, without having to repeat mistakes they made, especially as you grow up and get your own maturity and understanding.