No one is you and is your power. It's actually a super power, so use it.
I thought about B when I read this. I don’t know why. Maybe because we try to make it less awful when kids die by saying things about heaven and angels and wings. But Brettlyn didn’t die. She’s okay now. She’s the closest thing to angel I’ve ever met, though. And I guess maybe I’m just the most freaking proud big sister ever and that’s why. Who knows. This is sweet.