Annick

When I was twelve, my older sister, Annick, was in med school. She was dedicated and incorruptible - always studying, always. I wanted her to spend time with me, I craved her engagement. I was jealous and mean to her, thinking her uncaring - uninterested in me. Now, I get it. Now days, I seem to behave like a machine, I’m busy and unapproachable - forgetting myself in function and I’m just a lowly undergraduate. When I think about how hard she must of been working, I tear up, like someone hearing a sad song on the radio. Happy birthday Annick