last night the roommate and I:
screaming
whining
showing each other pictures of New Zealand/Texas
deciding we will break down and drink coffee
I look at this photo of my sister a lot because it's the point where the two of us meet. It's where I'm meeting her now at least. Twelve years extra only gives me stopping at this point or maybe a second later, where Natalie's face will furrow over. When she does that I feel muscle memories of the same face I'd make at her age.