Sadie, are you okay?
These are my sisters. The ones who have cried on my shoulder and asked for my advice. The ones I always thought I’d disappoint because I was supposed to be the example, a pedestal slipped beneath my feet lifting me to perfection. Good grades. Good morals.
But I’m so tired of that pedestal. So tired of the expectation of having my life together when my heart was falling apart and no one seemed to notice. And while I’ve only been gone five days . . . I’ve felt pieces of my heart settling back where they belong.
Sadie
I haven’t been okay in a long time, but I’m starting to think I’m going to be.
I type the words honestly. No pretending. No acting like everything is fine.
Then, because I’m feeling truthful . . .
Sadie
I kissed Milo.
Sophie
YES! YES! YES!
Emma
What about Grant?
Sophie
She’s not dating Grant.
Emma
That doesn’t mean he doesn’t exist.
Sadie
I’ll talk to him when I get home.
Emma
What does this all mean?
I stare at the question for a moment. I’ve always had plans and checklists.
Lists.
I reach for my purse, digging through to find the folded piece of paper.
Try Something You’ve Never Done
Speed on a back road.
Order dessert first.
Quit something you’re “good” at.
Go somewhere without a plan.
Wear something just because I like it.
