I was born in 1978 to loving parents, Josh and Morgan Parker. They named me Cassiopeia, in homage to my mothers great grandmother, two years later we welcomed my little brother Jason into the world, he was named after my fathers great grandfather.

In 1985, when I was a little girl of seven, we moved to a seemingly nice and quiet little town in California. I say seemingly because this wasn't a normal town, this town was run on fear and intimidation. But it was surprisingly safer than the town we had just left. This town had a history that was brutal and bloody and it was completely opposite from the towns quaint appearance.

Charming, California was what we thought to be a safe place to start our lives over. We had chosen to move so far away because my little brother, Jason, had gotten sick and passed away. Just having turned five, Jason was playing at the park, one second he was fine and playing and the next thing we knew he was on the ground.

When we got to the hospital we barely had time to say goodbye and then Jason was gone, forever. Within the next month we had packed everything we were taking and sold everything else. We had bought a new house in Charming, halfway around the country and sold our old home.

"It'll be an adventure Cass, we'll make it fun." I remember asking if we would have a room for Jason too, they said no because Jason wasn't coming with us because he went to visit grandma and grandpa in heaven.

It wasn't too bad though. We were closer to my mothers sister Gemma. I had never met aunt Gemma before, but mom promised that she was nice and that she would love me. Mom also said that aunt Gemma had a son my age named Jackson and another son named Thomas that was born last year in 1984. I was excited to have kids my age to play with, I couldn't wait to meet them.

Our new house was nice, with two bedrooms and two bathrooms. It was a single floor, no basement or attic, and not too much of a yard either but mom said that we would only be a few houses down from aunt Gemma, her husband John Teller and the two boys.

I don't remember much about the first time that I met my cousins, aunt and uncle. I remember that it was sunny and that I also met some of the people that uncle John and aunt Gemma worked and rode with. They were all very nice and welcoming, Piney and his son Opie the most. Jax, Opie and I played together for hours under the sun before it was time to go to bed.

It was like that for years, they never cared that I was a girl. All that mattered was that I was family, and no one fucked with our family. I remember never being lonely, not even when my parents got into an accident because the club never left me alone.

I remember the day it happened like it was yesterday. It was only a few weeks before I was going to turn fourteen. The boys and I had just left to go to the beach before all the good weather was gone. I remember aunt Gemma had sent one of the club members to come and get us and brings to the hospital, St. Thomas. I remember asking everyone what happened and no one being able to look me in the eye until aunt Gemma and Clay asked me to go into a patients room with them. I remember looking at them lying in their hospital beds hooked up to all kinds of machines and the doctors asking me questions about their last wishes and them saying that they wouldn't make it until morning. The next few weeks had been a blur, we flew my parents back out to be buried with Jason, I moved into the clubhouse because the club didn't want me to be alone.

I've lived in the clubhouse off and on for years, whenever there were too many prospects I would either move into aunt Gemma's or Jax would let me crash at his place when we were older. Everything got better after we could drive, Jax, Opie and I all got our regular and motorcycle licenses together.

I was there for Jax when uncle John passed away in 1993, just a year after my parents died, we were only fifteen, I never left his side just like he had done for me. Aunt Gemma remarried to Clay in the mid 90's just a few short years after uncle John had died. Clay also took over as President of the MC because Piney was too sick to do it.

I was there when Jax met Tara Knowles who was two years younger than us, and when Opie met Donna. Both girls and I were close but not as close as I was with my boys. I was there for Jax in 1997 when we were nineteen and Tara left town, she was seventeen.

When Jax and Opie joined SAMCRO I was by their sides the entire time, I remember meeting Wendy Case, a croweater at the time, and her and Jax hanging out, she was a croweater for around three years before her and Jax got pressured into getting married by aunt Gemma who wanted grand kids. I was there when they got married although I didn't approve of Wendy because she was a crackwhore.

I remember Donna not liking the MC too much but when her and Opie got married we were all there. And when they had their two kids, Kenny and Ellie. When Opie went to jail back in around 2003, Donna tried to stay away from the MC but we were always helping them out, because they were family. Opie got out a few months ago in early 2008.

And this brings us to the present.