My little sister Mack is not only beautiful and kind and smart and insane but also a magnificent writer, as well. I’ve gotten to see her flourish over the last few years and it’s really awesome. It’s almost like I know what it’s like to have kids and watch them score their first goal at soccer like actually on the opposing team, or maybe it’s just that she’s short and sometimes I feed her. I have to share this lovely and sad monologue she wrote that’s so great, it gives me weird special feelings like I gave birth to her or at least like I was there when she born. PRIDE!