That summer was so hot. Even the breeze off of the ocean was warm. I still remember how beautiful the palm trees were. California just doesn't have the same light it used too.
We fought many time, always butting heads. I hated you because I hated myself.
One day you looked me in the eye and asked,"Do you think I hate you?"
I said yes.
I'll never forget the look in your eye when you told me. "You just have so much wasted potential"
You never knew it, but that was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me. I was never pretty or smart. I never had any talents. Those words   gave me hope that someone believed in me.
The winter was warm that year. She lied when she told me we would be a real family. You died two weeks before Christmas 2009.
I still miss you.