Even though my youngest child was only one year old when her sister passed away. She has grown up knowing, caring and treating people with disabilities just like you would anyone else.

One of her best friends as a child was Timmy, although now both are grown she still drops by to visit him from time to time and we still speak fondly of the days they shared.

He is not convinced that the grown up photo's of Jesse are her and points to the photo's of her as a little girl and says, "That's my Jesse"

It was at one of Jesse's birthday parties at about age 6 or 7 or 8 that Timmy was one of the few invited male guest.

He was overjoyed to be at Jesse's house and repeated it several times. " I'm at Jesse's house!"

Jesse's friend Ali said "Why does he keep saying that?" In a catty tone of voice.

Jesse walked over to Timmy and put her arm around him, "because he's my friend and he's glad to be here, she told Ali and anyone else within ear shot, and if you don't like it you can go home!!"

"Yes, his mom thought, "Yes, I thought when I heard the story, don't mess with Jess!"