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“In the end, it was not a boy who helped me. It was my sister.”

Rose Calloway was different. She was fashionable. But not a sorority girl. She was a genius on paper. But not a team player. She was quick to loathe others. But not against loving. She was a complicated equation that didn’t need to be solved.

boys are like pillars. something to lean on. but they don’t make you move. you have to do that for yourself.

Every child meets our eyes, smiling as though they’ve obtained knowledge and secrets of the world. Each individually unique. Each with a mind of their own. Each proud and in love with who they are. I expected no less. Jane looks between Rose and me, and very strongly, she says, “Ensemble.”

Happy Birthday! 🎁 Daisy Petunia Calloway (20.II.1996 - )

There are rare people who will fuel the fire inside of you, who will awaken a dormant passion, who will challenge you, who will push you and better you. She alone is my rarity.

“I speak for everyone here today,” he tells us, “when I say that you two—Lily and Loren—are the strongest people we’ve all ever had the honor to meet.” My eyes well. What? Lo squeezes my hand. Connor remains stoic, his grin genuine and heartfelt. “You both have spent years praising all of us for our talents and our strengths, but you were too blinded by your own foibles to even realize how much we’ve revered you. For years, we’ve watched you fight for this future, for each other, and you’ve conquered a larger battle in your lifetime than most of us will ever come to see. (...) You are our heroes, and today, we are grateful to celebrate your love and your life together.”

“I love you,” she tells me.