Her name was a constant on the school’s honor roll and she took to ballet dancing like a duck to water. Being tall and lean was a huge asset when she decided to start playing basketball and running track, both of which garnered her state championship trophies. She took after my dad in the height department. Her cheekbones couldn’t get any higher and her jaw was strong, but feminine. Her nose, was straight, perky, and hovered over a set of full lips. Her grey eyes were large and vibrant against her silky dark chocolate brown hair, which flowed over her tan shoulders and down her back. Her face was a work of art, perfectly symmetrical. She had it all, looks, intelligence, and talent.īeautiful doesn’t really describe Emily’s looks. Emily, my older sister, has always been the perfect daughter and sister. My mom and dad have always been perfect parents. The people that are most important to me all appeared perfect in my eyes. I can’t remember a time when being a perfectionist wasn’t my main goal in life.

If there’s no such thing as perfect then, why does the word exist? My parents never told me that I had to be perfect, at least I don’t remember them saying the word in regards to me, but somehow the need to be had seeped into my bloodstream and flowed through my entire body. Thank you for giving me the strength of character, the ability to hope, and the invaluable gift of humor. To my mom, Helen, and the memory of my dad, Dreher.

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