I know a warrior. She isn’t wonder woman, but she is a super hero in my eyes. She is a beautiful creature that I have known her whole life. I have stuffed her pudgy limbs into a pair of snugly pajamas. I have given her rides to the mall. I am now proud to call her my friend. She has become an advocate for some who need a voice. She would make any mother proud.
She has a sweetness that I can only hope to emulate. A generosity befitting a saint. She is a giver in the face of an early and painful loss. When some would have shut down and withdrawn, she has never given up hope.
She is a Hollinger. She is a Haralam. She is my sister and I am forever blessed.