i know we all change, and the changes aren’t bad. but a part of me misses this person and having her more or less to myself. i’m not saying i wish two other kids and all the years of changing had never happened. but some days i wish that i could go back and be the only one again and have two sisters to look forward to and changes to hope for, something to see in the future instead of the sometimes unpleasant realities of now.
also, i am rather struck by how beautiful my mom was even in huge glasses and ridiculous clothes.