when i was born i was welcomed with open arms and held tightly by both beaui ex-and huntie as i accordingly called them my whole life. the boys named me i was theirs and i felt as though they were mine. being with hunter and our family was the only place thabo wanted to be and he is with us forever. as a kid sister, i always wanted to be by his side. through his high school and college years i was allowed to hang around as long as i sang "fire on the mountain" by the grateful dead. he would take me to the university of pennsylvania even though the most unpopular thing to do was to take bring your 8-year-old sister to spend the night at your college apartment. but beau didn't care. it was just the way things were going to be. i hung around beau so much that his friends nicknamed me flea. beau was my first phone call any time i needed support and frankly my first line of defense before mom and dad. there were countless arguments at the dinner table, countless conversations where beau would torture me for hours until i realized what he was saying was the right thing to do. he never judged. he