Jun 11, 2008 23:16
Sometimes I lie awake at night, desperately wishing, for reasons that I can't begin to comprehend, out of nowhere, from the bottom of my heart, that I had a little sister.
She'd be about three years younger than me. Her name would be Madeleine (which would have been my name had I not come out the wrong sex).
This is one of those nights.
sorrow,
actual real life,
my crazy family