All my sisters are here, we are dress alike as planned. We look forward to our yearly memorial beach day all year. No matter where the day leads our lost sister will be on our mind. She is the reason we are here, I don’ t just mean physically here but here as alive. She is the reason we survived, we the sisterhood of the system girls survived by sticking together. Our older and smart sister taught us the value of self respect and self love. She taught us to stand tall and show the world how we felt on the inside. She our lost sister was right of course for we have all bloomed into self confident successful women, no trace left of the scared lost system girls. Our yearly memorial is a reminder that we are not defined by material accents such as clothes. We are defined by the content of our character. We honour a sister who was taken from us but not before she change the course of history.