Last night I cried myself to sleep when I remembered that my little sister can't slow dance with anyone. Or walk on the beach. Or jump off the diving board. Or a million little things that I, along with everyone else, take for granted.

I don't mean to sound bitter (although I am.) I don't mean it harshly upon others or even upon myself. It's just a weight that I carry every day that I fear will only get heavier as she grows older and discovers for herself all that she cannot do.

I hate to sound like a baby, but goddammit. It's not fair.