tara — your little sister here. mum let me write this on the family ipad which is, frankly, a huge concession. you are sixteen and i am twelve and that is a four year gap which used to feel enormous when i was eight and now feels exactly the right amount. you let me come to the boardwalk with you and bayou and marina and you did not, at any point, treat me like a baby. i love you. you're in photo 3 in the strip. i did your eyeliner that morning. you said it was "fine." high praise. — your sister.