December 13, 2002
I would have a sister who is the oldest in the family. She would be in college and very clever and seem so very cool and independent to my other sister and I. She would want to brush my hair until it was silky smooth and then pile it on my head crazily, funnily. Sometimes she would show up to pick me up from school in her cool car ‘just because’. Our fights would be infrequent but strangely amusing, about silly things like the meaning of flowers or whether Elizabeth Cady Stanton or Eleanor Roosevelt was the better role model.