...to save me?
But I highly doubt that I need any saving.
Today is my sister's birthday. I remember this day vividly from a couple of years ago. I remember from the perspective of a girl who actually did need to be rescued. Remembering that I hated the eleventh day of the winter months (but now it's back to just March). I needed and I loathed and I writhed and I feared. That's all. I guess I don't talk about this girl much. She's dead to me now, and I'm glad. It's over...it's over. I'm so glad.
My sister is eleven today! In celebration of her following my footsteps in the world of theatre (a.k.a she was cast as Dorothy in the fourth/fifth grade production of the Wizard of Oz), we picked her up some ruby slippers. She'll fall in love, I know she will.