She came from Vicksburg

por coque

Este es para mi hermana que dijo que HOY iba a ver el blog. A ver si es cierto.

     It was a while ago. Not much, but enough. The new kid in town, the rookie, the noob, the I-didn’t-see-her-last-semester girl. She came from a place that gets covered by snow six months every year to a place where it only snows in the minds of its residents. She chose the city that captured the sun to call it her next “home”.

     The naked eye can see that from the root of her first hair to her last toe that she’s not exactly what you expect from a girl. Or a person, for that matter. Less bright people might call her “weird”. I like to call her “a fun person”. I like that because sometimes it’s just what you need to kill the dullness of the world, a fun person.

     A traveler of the world, going to places that I thought only existed to make baseball players like Zapopan or Kalamazoo, she knows enough of this life to know how to create a spark in the dark. Maybe she moves too much because there isn’t one place that can hold her. Maybe this is the place that finally can. Who knows?

     She may be too much to handle for most of the people but just right for individuals like me. This makes me sad and happy at the same time. I’m happy because I was lucky enough to meet her but sad because there’s a lot of people that won’t.

     She may look like just a simple melody, but she always knows how to put all the small things together to make a boring day a rock show. She knows how to make the sun go up, the sky blue, and remind sad girls that they are beautiful. She knows how to be a friend, a punk-mate, and a sister even in the worst unfortunate event.

     Sis, I love you, kiddo, and I thank God every day for making you and I hope he blesses you every one of those days. Take care and remember to always have fun.

     And sis, I’m serious, I want someone to call my niece. The world doesn’t have enough of our DNA yet. Please make me a happy uncle.