Wendy Almeida
My earliest memory (age 3) is going home to my house with Uncle Bob the day my mother returned from the hospital with my baby sister. My parents hadn't arrived yet and we were locked out. But Bob came to the rescue! He knew where the spare key was hidden and let me in. I've found that White Knights are rare in this life, but Uncle Bob was one that day and I have never forgotten. I don't remember meeting my sister for the first time; just Uncle Bob getting that door open. - Wendy Almeida
