I believe in miracles. I think the belief that miracles happen happen offer room for miracles to appear. Yesterday, an adorable, sweet, familiar, yet surprising miracle grabbed me, hugged me and I'm still smiling this morning.
Bad Aunt Sheila saw Shawn (my twin's) baby yesterday. She's four years old and she's a mini me. What's cute is that she's half Jamaican/African American and half my twin brother, who is two shades tanner than me, but she's white as snow like me. One day I'll let her know that it's okay to have lily pale skin. In fact I'll teach her to love it, embrace it. Her and I could pass for albinos except for our black eyelashes, eyebrows and wild manes of black her. Snow white power!
Karen's still in treatment, I'm still able to take a full breath and my apartment should be secured by next week.
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