It wasn't easy being the youngest. Especially because I was the one that didn't remember mom, all I heard was stories. I heard how great she was, how her smile could light up a whole room, but the problem was, I couldn't remember her. I didn't remember that smile, or her laugh, or even her face, the only way I even knew what she looked like was from pictures. It's almost like I lost a huge part of me that I never knew was there. My brothers and dad say that I was lucky I don't really remember her, that it makes losing her a little bit easier, but they're wrong. As Alfred Lord Tennyson said, "Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." This is my situation. I never got the chance to remember my mom and how I loved her, it makes losing her worse actually. I never got the chance to know what she was like. It somehow damaged me, now I shut everyone out. I don't let my family in, I don't make friends, I simply get what I need and move on.