What makes me happy is many things. For me, knowing the difference between happy and fortunate is hard. Rarely being fortunate, I realize the moments where people are around, the people who care, and they comfort you in the situation your in is where I find happiness. It is where I find hope, and hope means happiness to me. I believe my happiest memory was the day my aunt helped me realize what goes on in the world around me, and me not being able to have the slightest clues about any of it. Where she showed me, and helped me believe, when I believed no one, that someone cared.