When we meet special people in our lives, we can't exactly explain when or how it happened-- it just happens. That magical moment that transforms the most mundane to the most magical and that they say, becomes history.
Growing up, I never imagined being close with my siblings. We were worlds apart. My memories of this little one vividly revolved around lashing temperamental outbreaks at them and not even caring what they did or what they liked or who they hung out with. Little did I know that this indifference would transform into a beautiful friendship in the years to come. It was that moment, as she recounts, when I held her hand one time when we were strolling in the mall as kids, that made all the difference. She felt that somehow, in that little gesture of comfort-- she was loved.
Fast forward into the future I realize that between the two of us, I am the most loved. The tiny tot with the raspy voice has become the voice of reason I listen to everyday. It's amazing how much we learn from one whose years are behind us. I am most loved because she taught me to be patient and understanding. From her, I learned that discipline and compassion can co-exist.
Dearest Sassja, I wish that you soar higher and dream bigger in the years to come. May you have all the blessings that your heart desires and truly deserves.
Like Katniss Everdeen at the reaping, ten times over, for you I would still say "I volunteer as tribute".
Love always,
Ate Trinna
