Who are you?

Here follows a letter written to me by my amazing sister:

So this isn't really a post because gosh I'm too nervous to actually write a post, like wow I never realized how brave you must be to write the way you do, to bare your soul and your mind you're really epic! I just wanted to thank you in the sneakiest way possible. during this week when I saw Abby we had a chat and she asked who I am? Like it was a simple yes or no question, which got me thinking really hard.

My puzzler got puzzled by this very puzzle.

So I want to thank you, my parabatai, my best friend, the storm to my calm and literally you're almost the voice inside my head. Whenever I wonder who I am and I feel lost I need only think what you think of me and that really makes me feel so much better.

To you I am beautiful, I am smart, I am wise you see all my pieces, even the broken one's, and still you only see good things and I want you to know that the same way you always think the best of me, I think the best of you.

You are an empress, a princess, a warrior a go-getter.

You are my inspiration!

I know you've had a few rough patches but you're so much more than your mistakes, they do not define you, they only help you grow.

So really love your mistakes and you're dreams are so close I'm so proud of your work and of how you never give up. I can't wait to have a book you wrote on my shelf or to see your name printed on a classroom door. I know you're going to get there and I'm so excited.

I love you so much you marvelous masterpiece of a human.

Hugs and kisses

A.

I was away from home for a week, I went to the Cape for the first time in my life and I must say that I loved it, despite the terrible circumstances in which I was there.

I saw so many things and I learnt a lot as well.

However, I missed my sister and my home.

The Cape is beautiful, with its mountains, ocean and flora but I have come to realize that my home is beautiful in its own way too.

The climate is different, the plants and animals are different and so are the people but I guess that's what makes it home.

I don't know if I will ever be able to live there, not because I don't want to but because of how far away I will be from the people who have made a home in my heart.

Now this letter made me think, who am I?

Like my sister said, it's a simple question.

I feel as if I should take a page out of her book in order to answer this question because who are we but what we do for others and how we are remembered by them?

When I am gone one day, I am sure that there will be many things that are forgotten about me but I would love it if the good things were remembered.

I would want them to remember how much I loved to read and learn, how easily I was entertained by the small things in life, how I laughed when I was happy and cried when I was sad.

I want them to remember my sternness and my anger as well as my laughter and my love because in the end, I am no one single thing.

I am many broken and imperfect things, all stitched together to create me and nobody is like me. Not one single person in the world is the same as me and I think that is incredible.

Now I want to ask, who are you?

What do you want people to remember about you?

Thanks for reading xx