For all of you kindly folk who have been supportive. I posted Rememberance of My Birth as my way of acknowledging the day but also to remember that Andrea would likely not exist at all but for the love of my sister and how I believe God used the devotion of a little boy to protect his best friend. We survived brutality and pain, and grew up, maybe marred and damaged, but never alone and never without love. That continues today as I face the implications and aftermath of that pain, but not without hope and certainly not without friends like yourself. Thanks to everyone here for allowing me the privilege of writing and reading. My mother and father didn't name me Andrea, but that's who I've become, partly from circumstance, but maybe due in no small part to a loving sister who many here have reminded me would approve of whom I've become. Thank you all.