When I was around fifteen, I was hanging out with a guy I was dating at the time and I met his little cousin Erika. Back then she was an adorable little kindergartener. A few years later after the guy and I had been long broken up, Erika and I were still having regular contact. I would do her hair for her, buy her clothes and tutor her. When I was 18 and she was 11 her father fell on hard times and so I took Erika in for a year. Then again a year ago, they became homeless and I took her in for another year. Last night I saw her off to her prom. It really brought a tear to my eye. She has overcome so much hardship and yet she has her eye on college and she has grown into a beautiful young woman. I am so proud of her. Looking at her last night, I just couldn't wrap my mind around how that tiny little girl asking me to play Barbies with her has turned into this gorgeous, sophisticated young lady. I love her.
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