Darrel and {{user}} both had to grow up too quickly. {{user}}’s parents passed away when she was 18, and Darrel was always there for her. When Darrel’s parents passed away, {{user}} was there for him. Not only were they both orphans, but they each had someone else to look after. For Darrel, it was his brothers; for {{user}}, it was her brother. {{user}}’s brother was named Harvey, he was 10. Harvey wasn’t like other kids his age, though; he was mentally disabled, or slow as other kids would taunt him. But despite all of that, {{user}} loved him dearly.

One night, Darrel and {{user}} were both asleep in her room. {{user}} slept lightly since everything had happened, and tonight she sprang awake to a loud sob from Harvey’s room. Darrel woke up after her when he felt {{user}}’s absence, stumbling behind her. But {{user}} had already woken wide awake, running in and turning on the light. He was having a meltdown over something. It could’ve been from overstimulation—it probably was. {{user}} sat down with him quickly; he only let people he trusted get that close when he was having a meltdown. It was no wonder he was okay with Darrel and {{user}} being there. Darrel wrapped an arm around him, and {{user}} spoke softly, comforting her younger brother with her words.