He had this disease called spina bifida, but it was like he wasn't even aware of it. He never talked about it, nor did he try to exploit the sympathies of others. I never saw her complain, even when I saw how much pain she was in. She had such a joyful spirit, that people were just drawn to her. Talking to others isn't a talent of mine, but I noticed it was something Cheyenne did with ease. He could talk to anyone about anything. I like to fool myself into thinking I'm a good listener, because people come to me just to talk about their day and all they need is someone to listen to them. So Cheyenne and I were a good match. A good talker and a quiet listener. I'm a quiet and reserved kind of person until someone takes the time to get to know me. I do my best to make those around me feel comfortable, because I know that's how I want others to make me feel. Sometimes I wonder who I am. For a woman of just nineteen, that's a relatively difficult question to answer. They are still in the training and casting phase. But for now I'm happy and strong. Silent, but always listening. As Pakistani activist Malala Yousafzai once said: “I don't cover my face, because I want to show my