I remember the first time I saw my sister. She and I were adopted so it wasn’t in a hospital, but at an airport. I remember waiting in a room that overlooked a corridor. At some point my parents pointed to a handful of people. They had just arrived from Korea and one of them was carrying my sister. In this small room, I met Deven. Since then, she and I have grown into two completely unique individuals. Our taste in art, music, politics, fashion, culture, etc… wildly differ, but thanks to our parents we share similar human and family values.
Happy Birthday Deven. As you probably expected, your gift is still sitting here on my desk. Oops.