In highschool, in a puff of smoke, I entered stage left and made the announcement, "I'm Adaperle, the Feel Good Girl!" From the darkness of the audience, I heard the words, "That's my sister!" loud and clear. With that kind of encouragement, what could I do but put on a show to make her proud?
Many years later, my sister has accomplished many things that are worthy of sibling pride. Not the least of which is her obsession with marathons. Most recently, she ran A Midsummer Night's Run. Participants often show up in fairy wings and tutus.
See that lady crossing the line with the bright pink furry hat and feather boa?
That's my sister. And she makes me so damn proud.