Yasmine seemed impossibly glamorous, with long, wavy black hair, an amazing smile and a laugh that would go on and on. Over the 13 years we knew each other, she became like a little sister who would give the big sister advice on style and how to read others.
On the evening of September 22, 2016, we spoke like any other night. She even yelled out goodbye to my babysitter in Spanish, which she spoke fluently, along with French.
The next morning, her mom called me to tell me she had bad news. Yasmine had rushed into her room, grabbed the handgun she kept under her bed for protection and ended her life. Hearing this, I felt as if I had gotten the wind knocked out of me. I will never know exactly what Yasmine was feeling. We honor Yasmine by spreading unconditional love to our family and friends. We love you and miss you, Yasmine.