To start off, I'm going to highlight my main lady. She's the ride or die type. She would shank someone to protect me. We have had 26 years together and although there were rough patches in there, I wouldn't trade her love and support for anything in this world. Not even for the love of James Franco (and you guys know how serious that is for me.) It's my sister/mom/best friend Morgan.
Morgan has fulfilled many roles in my life. She has been the hardass mentor, always pushing me to try harder and be better. She has been my shoulder to cry on, or I guess more often to blabber on Facetime to. She will be my lifelong dance partner, always ready to throw out her classic pancake dance move. We can debate Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor for hours. I expect her to call me out when I'm being a basic bitch. And in return, I help her pick out clothes that don't give her a mom ass and cover her unusually long torso.
Even though we are like 6,500 miles away from each other, she is available anytime I need her. She has supported me on my Peace Corps journey since the day I called her and casually said I had applied. She was the first person I called when I got my nomination and invitation. And she was my last pep talk before I got on the plane. When all I want to do is quit, she talks me through it. She never pushes me one way or the other, even though I am sure selfishly she would prefer I was at home having dance parties with her. I love her with all my heart. And I am thankful every.single.day for her.
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