My baby sister and I on Christmas morning.
There is something to be said of sisterly love, that relentless, “I’ve got your back no matter what” kind of love. That “Do you need me to take you to the clinic?” love. My sister, the one in two-toned braids embracing me above, is 10 years my junior. She is a stand-up kid whose passion in life is photography and fighting racist, sexist and homophobic bullying in her high school. She is my sister but I have never known a love like this before. This February, sisterly love will be underrepresented, yet it will be just as valid.