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I had a cousin a few years younger than I. For purposes of anonymity I'll call her Serena. Serena had a life that was worse than mine. Her mom died of cancer when she was two. We were rather close and visited a lot when we were children. She lived on a farm with her dad and our uncle.
Although I loved her, I was also jealous of her. She had huge gorgeous eyes and the longest thickest eyelashes you've ever seen. In our family people never spoke of looks, but people always remarked about her eyes. Actually she was quite beautiful. When she was eleven, she had started a full... and I mean FULL figure. I think I envied that more than her eyes. (I've always been very slender... in all ways.)
When she was twelve, her dad died. Her dad specified before dying, that she not live with the uncle. I approve of that decision for reasons I won't state.
A rather large problem was that she went to live with her maternal grandparents. I suppose they took care of her, but she was not happy. They spent all of the money that her dad had left her before she reached the age of consent.
She was much more outgoing than I and so she had many boy friends from the time she was about 13. Then suddenly, at perhaps 17 or 18, she had an abortion. She lay in the hospital room, not speaking to anyone. When anyone asked her anything, she simply smiled at them.
A few years later, she met a man. He had the same name as her father. She fell madly in love and they eloped. They had one year together. One night they were driving along a rather isolated road, and they were hit by a carload of drunken teens. She was killed instantly. Her husband had a long painful time of recovery. Serena was twenty-two.
The hardest part of this, Jeri, is that she was a complete innocent. She did nothing to bring all of this bad fortune to herself. Sometimes I wonder... 
