The Paper is the World

We used to stencil drawings on each other as holidays and birthdays neared. After all works of art had to be presented to family members and strange guests as flood our house as tiny and cramped as it was. And you always were the one that looked best, not because of my awkward dancing doodles but because of the beauty you already had before they began ringing that ever sweet chime at the door for mother and father to hear. I was fine with it growing up, they were kind enough to treat us both well, but as our memories hold those moments now there was always something special about you. Perhaps it was the sparkle in your eye as you talked or maybe the stenciled smile everyone always envied. But either way I miss those mornings and all our girly fun. Wherever you are, please tell me you have not forgotten those times so easily.