My sister, who was small enough to be in diapers, had been on a piece of Stryker foam in a creek when it tumped over. When I opened my eyes, my legs were in the roots of a tree and I thought of snakes and panicked. My sister was on my head kicking me.

A few years later, a breeze went passed me and it smelled sweet and when I breathed it in, it made me think of my sister instantly. When I went to look for her, she was two and standing in the street reaching down to touch a snake that was still striking although we had ran over it earlier. A copperhead.

He has always watched out for us, our parents didn't.