a desert fete

16 years ago, when I was 12, I video taped the birth of my kid sister at home. Birth control, my mom called it jokingly.

For many years I had a little tiny elfish sister, short wild hair, endearingly pointy ears sticking out from it, sparkling eyes, and a very mischievous grin.

She turned into a fiercely free thinking child, who loved to singand demanded to wear whatever the hell she wanted to school, whether it was a tutu or a cape.

Now, she is 16. She's outgrown the tutus, and is growing into a fiercely beautiful woman. Happy birthday kid. Love you.