I remember when the twins were little.They were about 9years old and my son about 5.My son would get on his bunk bed and read comic books and convince Amy and Angela that he was just to little to clean his room and they would clean it for him.I laugh thinking of it.I would tell Amy and Angela "you girls need to stop letting him con y'all into cleaning his room ". The only comfort I have in Amy's death is knowing she had accepted Jesus and that where she is now is a far better place than where we are. Aunt Sherry will see you again one day baby.