Sister

Katie, or Kevin as we used to call her, is the free-spirited woman within our family. She is like a dandelion seed, floating from one place to another, high above the earth. She is gentle, absolutely hilarious and plays the piano purely by ear. Her hands are like our fathers. Her stubborness from my mother.

When I look at Katie, I see so much of myself. Her mannerisms, her way of thinking. I am so lucky to have two beautiful sisters to call my own, each different in our own right, yet simulataneously, all scarily alike.