Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Portrait of a Little Lady

   Today, you found a polka dotted dress at the thrift store for only five dollars (five dollars!) and you had always wanted a polka dotted dress, so you purchased it and took it home and wore it with the black boots and sheer tights you wear all your dresses with. And you fixed yourself a cup of tea and sat down at the wooden dining table that we have sat so many times before. You wanted to write a letter, so you lit a candle and grabbed your quill pen and started writing. You are my sister, and you are not the person you were when you were fifteen, and you are not the person you will be when you are older, and maybe even years from now you will look back and despise that polka dotted dress in the same way you despise your dress of old. One thing is for certain: you are growing, and emerging, and thriving. Quite fittingly you showed me this quote from an author you had no idea existed, back when we still had bony legs and knobby knees:

At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brillance of the moon. ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald 

And that's all I have to say on the matter.

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