"One hundred and thirty years old and I still don't know who I am, it seems a little late to be starting trying to figure that out. It seems a little stupid now that I wanted to be like my sister just because she was a hero. From the letters that she wrote home, she didn't seem to have a very happy life. She wasn't even very well known. The only thing that made me want to be like her is the way grandmother spoke about her I guess. I wanted her to speak that way about me, to be proud of me and I just ended up being a disappointment."<br/>She places her hands in her lap, looking very depressed. She wasn't happy with how she had lived her life, always being a shadow in her sister's footsteps. She wanted to shine, and this man seemed to believe that she could be the best she could be.<br/>"I could use all the help I can get."