Our darling, Juliana, is one of the twenty-three reasons I am thankful for life.

Here's a short story. When I was seventeen, my mama got pregnant of her and for nine months I couldn't accept that I'll have another younger sibling. I was angry. I was thinking back then of responsibilities, bills, and more responsibilities. But on the day of my birthday, when she was only a day old, she was brought home from the hospital and when I saw those pink cheeks and precious little fingers, the coldness in my heart melted and I nicknamed her Yana. So from then on, we are sistermies. Sister-enemies. She's a girly girl, I am not. She's spoiled, I am (according to me) not. I wrestle her, she slaps me or doesn't let go of my leg even when I walk, I mush her cheeks (because they are DANG cute), and she gives off that irritating whine. I give up. We dance, we sing TSwift songs, we hug, we kiss. We grow up together.