My sister's strength

My sister is built from courage— not the loud, showy kind, but the quiet strength that lives in the way she keeps showing up even when life tries to break her in pieces. She carries a heart big enough to shelter the people she loves, giving without hesitation, sharing whatever she has just to make sure others don’t go without. She’ll hand you her last bit of comfort and swallow her own hurt if it means you can breathe easier. She takes on the heavy things— the things most people avoid— because she knows doing right isn’t always easy, and she was never built for halfway love. She loves deep, supports fiercely, and asks for almost nothing in return. But too often she receives even less than the little she asks for. Too often her kindness becomes the ground others stand on while giving nothing back. Yet she keeps going. She keeps loving. She keeps fighting with a heart that refuses to harden. But now— it’s her turn. It’s time for my sister to gather her strength out of every place she left it for people who didn’t honor it. Time for her to take back the pieces of herself she gave to those who forgot their value. Time for her to step forward not as someone’s support, but as the powerful woman she