This is Arlene. She will routinely sit in my lap and tell me how happy she is that we’re family. She is only eight, and did not want to be interviewed, but she said I could share a story. She tells everyone we meet that we are sisters, and then wisely points out that sometimes you do get to pick your family. If you look closely at her left arm you can see a sharpie replica of the tattoo I have on my forearm.