My uncle Maine threw me a party him and my mom they made sure my 18th bday was something to remember we all had to wear dresses and when we stepped out my uncle called me and my sisters  the weather girls I’ll never forget that day same day micheal Jackson died my uncle was hurt he loved him some micheal he would sing all his songs to me while they play them on the radio at my party we dance we laughed we had a ball I miss you some much still no justice for my uncle probably why I would never get a good night sleep