My sister turned thirteen today. Every year she gets older and a little bit taller. The world gets a little bit scarier but with her in it, I know I can make it a little longer.
The saddest part about today is that I can’t hold her hand anymore when she visits, because she’s too old for hand holding. But I ask her now as I asked her before,
“Mollie, when I’m too old to go walking alone, will you be the one who holds my hand?”