Here, among the star-spangled tablecloth of my kitchen, baby-blue walls, granite counter tops, stark black picture frames, and ivory door trim. Surrounded by black and tan giants, a 13-year-old agitating boy, and a blonde sorority-loving sister. As well as, a work-centered, impatient mother. Only you, can take away what I loved most. Only you, can take away, the daily Cliff Walks, and the soggy pasta of Miley. Only you, can take away the mystical Atlantic. Only you, can take away my happiness. --Kylie