This story is dedicated to my new-born nephew, Brayden. Born December 12, 2007.
What was she? There are lots of things you could call her: Weak, strong, powerful, impatient, mean, caring, funny, fun; But which one really suited her?
She shed tears when he was over taken by the fire of hate. Though he did almost kill her, and tore her wirings apart…But it wasn't really him, Right?
Was she Stupid? Was she sad, lost, care free…spiritually dead?
She almost destroyed the city when the snow bothered her…Was she a Super Nova?
She's a lot of things but, what is she truly?
She has it!
She is…
Strength.
Happy Birthday Brayden!