Two Sisters, One Desire
It all started that day. We were lost, my sister and I. There was a path before us but it seemed endless to a five-year-old girl in sandals. As we slowly plodded towards what we hoped was home, I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, just waiting to be unleashed upon the world.
My sister was but a year my senior. Yet when she held my hand and said, "We'll find our way, Allie," I genuinely believed her, if only for a moment. To stem my impending flow of tears, she asked what I wanted to be when I was older. With one glance around the almost barren landscape, I told her I wanted to help people by building things. Big beautiful things distinctive enough that no one would ever be lost again. With a smile, she held my hand tighter as we continued down the trail.
