Like George Washington chopped down a cherry tree, my brother cut off his forest... of hair.
For the longest time, I was the one telling him that he needed to get a haircut. I was mistaken. Grievously. And now it's gone. Now when I pat his head, I might as well not because there's no padding. Just head. I just wrote an essay about him and his hair and now I feel like it's a lie.
On a happier note, I got to see my cousin's little baby. Jayden. He is so cute. And so tiny. It has been so long since I have been in contact with something that small. And it was magic. His tiny fingers grasped so tightly, so quickly it was inspiring. My sister Chetna has cerebral palsy, she can't control her muscles all the time, and so it is amazing to me that these little creations can sit up and walk and feel and clutch and clap whenever they want to. WHENEVER. On a whim. We can do all those things whenever we want to. I'm so grateful for it. And I'm grateful for Jayden falling asleep in my arms because it made me feel like I was doing something really right.
Also, Hunger Games.
Also, this.
Speak with conviction. Live with conviction.
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