This is my beautiful mother. She is my number one best friend. She is so amazing. I love her with all my heart. My mother has always been there for me. She always knows when something is wrong with me. I am always able to tell her when something is wrong, no matter how hard I try to hide it. She is always there for me on my best days and on my scariest days. Like the day I had surgery on my arm after breaking it for the second time or the day I had to take the pins out of my arm. I still remember the fear on her face as they were taking the pins out, and how she was crying. I think she was more scared than I was. My mom is the best cook, I love her food. It always leaves my tastebuds jumping. There are very few people who can make me truly smile and one of those people is my mom. Whenever I am near her I feel the need to smile, and it’s not a fake one either. I just always need to smile, that's how happy she makes me. I also love it when we play around. I know it’s not usual for people to playfully fight with their moms, but my mom and I are just playing around. It’s an inside joke. She knows that the disrespectful stuff I’m saying is just a joke. She knows I didn’t mean any of the words I said. But that's our thing and I love it.

This is my younger sister Stephanie. She is a very interesting person to be with. I love her, I truly do. But sometimes she can be very annoying. We don’t get along that much. We tend to argue a lot. But sometimes we do get along. I mean it’s normal for siblings to argue a lot, a lot of them don’t get along. We are just one of those siblings. But we do protect and defend each other. I always tell her my secrets and she tells me hers. We also laugh together a lot. Our family sees us as two people who will never get along. But for us it’s different, it’s complicated. We honestly don’t know. You can ask her and she will probably give you an answer, but she would be lying because she wouldn’t know what to say. I can’t blame her, I do the same thing. But I know my sister goes through a lot of things. I see it, and I hear it. But sometimes I just can’t bring myself to feel anything because I allow my anger to take over. It’s not like I lash out at her. It’s just the anger I have for the stuff that she does to me takes control, and I just don’t feel bad for her. But there’s always two sides of the story when there’s a situation. But I know a lot of good will come to her, and hopefully we will be able to have a normal relationship, or maybe not but different is good.