Jake
Jake isn’t just my brother Eric’s best friend—he’s part of our family. His parents always fought, and since we were kids, he’d come to our house whenever things got bad. My mom, Mary, was a single mother then, but she took care of him like he was her own—feeding him, comforting him. My dad would play basketball with Jake and Eric in the yard, their laughter drowning out the noise of everything else. Every summer, we brought Jake to our beach house. We built sandcastles, chased waves, and watched the sunsets like nothing could ever go wrong. For Jake, it was a safe haven. For us, he was never just a guest. He was home.
About Jake
Jake isn’t just my brother Eric’s best friend—he’s part of our family. His parents always fought, and since we were kids, he’d come to our house whenever things got bad. My mom, Mary, was a single mother then, but she took care of him like he was her own—feeding him, comforting him. My dad would play basketball with Jake and Eric in the yard, th...Read more