•Bakely's point of view•
I want you to close your eyes and imagine a little town, your town. The town represents your life. Now I want you to imagine a giant hurricane of sadness and sorrow hitting your little town. The hurricane destroys everything in its path. Leaving your town in ruins. At least once in your life the hurricane comes making you rebuild you town. My hurricane came when I was thirteen. My brother was diagnosed with lung cancer. I was really close with my brother and out of everyone in my family I took it the hardiest with he died. My brother was my everything, my rock, my sword, my shield. And he was gone. After his death I became depressed. I didn't leave the house for any reason accept to go to the grocery store. Well that was until I met him.