Growing up, you were more than just my sister. You were my first best friend, my only consistent friend for a long time, and my safe place when the world felt too big or too weird or too much. I don’t think I’ve ever known who I am without knowing you first.

We were so close that I still sometimes feel like our hearts are synced up in secret like you know when I need a moment of silence or a look across the room or a deep sigh that doesn’t need explaining. You’ve always carried yourself like someone who knows where she’s going, even when she doesn’t. You’ve always had this glow of elegance, of softness that doesn’t ask for attention but earns it anyway. That’s who you are.

And this year, I just wanted to remind you how deeply you’re loved. Not just because it’s your birthday but because you’ve been a quiet kind of home to me for so many years. I’m so proud of the woman you are. I hope this birthday pours back into you the same kind of love you’ve given quietly, consistently, unshakably.

Happy Birthday, Queen.

With all my chaotic emotional love,

Khutie