When I was little, I lived with my Mom and Dad till I was 3. My Mom and my Dad broke up and my sister and I lived with my Dadout on the streets. Until I was 5 and my sister was 8, my Dad couldn'ttake care of us anymore. So, my Dad dropped off my sister and I to my Aunt Sylvia's house. I was sad and heartbrokened. I started geting use to being a my aunt's house within a month. Now, it's going to be 9 years in July that I've been with my aunt. She has loved me with all her heart and has given me all her love in the world. My aunt was diagnosed with fibromayalgia when she was in her twenties. Every day in her life since then she's been in pain, hurt and heartbrokened. I always try to make her feel happy. She is my Guardian Angel. I help her make food, clean up around the house, and help her. You know that people can't have it all , but my aunt really does have it all. God Bless my Aunt.