Dear Past, Thank You For The Lessons.
Dear Future, I. Am. Ready.
(Dedicated with love and affection to all of the girls who never thought they were good enough)
My mother says I used to stand at the mirror on my tiptoes like a member of the Bolshoi Ballet kissing the glass.
The world was better when you were here.—KSR.
~~~On your birthday, April 11, my dear sister, I will not mention the murder, the mourning, the loneliness, or how much I miss you. I will only focus on a few of my favorite memories of our special times together.