"Some days she's stubborn as hell. She won't let me kiss her cheek because she needs her space, but the very next day she will smother me in all of her love and affection, until I have to beg her to stop. Some days she's so weak that she doesn't leave her bed, and she'll cry into my tshirt while I play with her hair. She won't say anything, so I won't ask. Sometimes she will tell me everything on her mind, no matter how much it hurts her or how much it will hurt me, and she'll stand with such bravery, I'll forget every time I held her while tears stained her little pink cheeks. When we are with her friends, I'll watch her laugh from across the room and she'll smile at me and I'll forget everytime we ever fought. I'll watch her cook with my mom, and they're so much alike, but I never knew that's what I needed until her. I see her smiling and laughing and crying and shaking and I know that she is everything I ever want.