I grew up with my uncle, lots of memories together; we never spent a second apart. He walked me through my roughest days by handing me a piece of paper and encouraged me to draw anything, to let my feelings out. I used to eagerly wait for him each day after lunch for him to get back from work so I can spill my heart out on how my day went at school and sadly who bullied me that day. But he always found a way to give me a reason to be happy again, we spent nights on the terrace under the stars talking about aliens and planets, evenings standing in the balcony talking about chickens ( we have wild chickens on our street back in Tanzania ). When I told him that I wanted to pursue a career in Design, he was the happiest person but sadly before I could walk on that stage knowing he is watching me making him proud, I lost him three days before my graduation. I lost everything I had in my life, I lost myself, and I have never been broken down in life before. I still live with that pain three years after, but I still hold the tears back and always make sure I still keep making him proud and making his dream come true and hope somewhere out there he is looking down on me and watching over me. I was used to him being there guiding me every step of my life in my design program, now I feel directionless sometimes. This time I have no one to guide me, and whenever I feel lost, I take myself back to when I had him, back to that safe place.