Doing the things my Mother asks me not to do.

Riding her bike down a caleche road with her shoes untied even though her mom told her not to.

Telling her parents she was going to her friends house when really she was going to spend her nightish hours with some boy that always told her she was beautiful.

Running after her true love even when the world tells her to slow down and wait and think and ponder and calculate.

Giving when she has nothing to give.

She is the one that stays up late on the phone with dying people when she needs sleep more than anyone else one earth.

She's the one riding down the caleche road when her mother told her not to.

For Sydney