The thing that really sucks about this is that I’m here with my sister too. The last time I was in a position like this, it was her sending me home. But, it wasn’t her that sent me home, it was me that sent myself home that season. Being defeated in my mind. It really sucks because we had that experience together, and in my darkest hour, she was my strength. She was full of joy and full of love, and that’s what I’m so grateful for, that even on my second experience I can share it with my sister.