To my big sister, Melly, who was more like a mom:
You’re 46. I only say that because I just KNEW being so much younger than everyone would HAVE to pay off someday. Remember how sad and lonely I used to get for you when I was little and you lived so far away? I used to sit on my windowsill at night and look at the moon and wonder if you were looking at the same moon as me at the same time. It made me cry for you a little less. Sad, isn’t it? Even worse is when YOU would punish me and I would want YOU to comfort me. “I. Want. MELLY! SNIFF!!!! SOB!!!! WAH!!!!”. (I was a complex soul even at five)
I can’t believe you bought me tiny ladybug earrings on YOUR birthday. I promise when there is no more frost threat, your gift will be flowers and the labor involved in planting them.
Thanks for being there and for being the only soul in the universe that likes going fishing with me. Frankly, I feel that you owe your success as a fish-catching, flower picking WOW monk (Or cleric, or priest or whatever the hell it is that you are) to so many hours practicing the real-life version with Moi!
Happy Birthday, Melly.
If anyone can help me figure out what in THE hell is wrong with my photo spacing when I upload, I will like you. A lot.