When we were just kids, our parents died in a plane crash. It was horrible. That's when our strory began. Blaze was only a toddler, so she didn't really know that anything happened, but she did seem to realize we would never see our parents again. I understood, and I knew I would have to take on the responsibility of being sort of a mother to her. My childhood pretty much ended there, and I was allowed to get a job and to parent Blaze so we wouldn't have to stay in a crowded orphanage.
