This person's life (adopted by VENTURIANTALE)

Talkin and things -kinda sad-

Why do notifications always get in me way?
Jordan's P.O.V.
"Grace, can I come in?" I knocked on Graclyn's bedroom door. "Sure!" She replied happily. "Can you unlock the door? It's kinda locked." I said as I tried to open the door. She laughed and opened it.
She was working on a drawing, I could tell because she went back to her desk after opening the door. I brought the chair from her other desk and sat down beside her. "Can we talk about something?" I asked.
"What about?" She looked from her drawing at me. Honestly I didn't want to ask this because I kinda think she'll cry or something like that. "Why were you in the orphanage?"
She stared at me for a while. "I knew one of you would ask." She looked back down at her drawing. "Well, I have, well, had, a brother. My mom told me his name was Daniel. Do you wanna know what happened to him?" She asked. Honestly I didn't want to. But without thinking I said, "what?"
"He... He died... Of cancer before I was born. ONLY 5 FRICKIN DAYS BEFORE I WAS BORN!" She yelled, causing me to almost fall off my chair. "Oh. I'm sorry." I said. "I didn't even get to see him in person. I only saw pictures. PICTURES ARENT ENOUGH YA KNOW!"
"Ok. I don't know if you wanna know what happened to my parents. It's kinda just as sad as my brother dying before I could even see him." She looked as if she would cry. "I don't want to make you cry, grace. You know that?" I said. "Yes. But do you want to?" She looked like she didn't care about telling me. She didn't even let me respond.
"I was three years old. Yep. Only three. I was at my babysitter's house, playing with the other babies that she babysits. That's when it happened. My babysitter received the news. She didn't tell me right away, though. She told me when I asked her. 'What's wrong?' That was a little after most of the other babies left. That's when she told me. 'Your parents... They... They died in a... Car... Crash.' I cried for hours after that. The babysitter put me in an orphanage. I don't know why SHE couldn't take care of me. I was five when Phoenix came to the orphanage. But, I also found out that one of the babies that I played with, Delilah, she also lived in the orphanage. Delilah still lives there. As does Phoenix."
She was practically crying after saying that. I was crying a little bit, too. I hugged her to make her feel a bit better. "Grace, what is your last name?" I asked after a while.
"Myers, why?" She replied. I smiled. "Well, your a Frye now."