I stare at my niece. She's beautiful. An angel. A masterpiece. And she's with Jason. She's gone through so much, and yet, acts as if its so little.

This is my life now. This is her life. I respect it. I love her. I need her. I thrive for her.

And yet I see her as a woman. She is a human being. She is my soul.

She is me. As a girl.