She wasn’t known for being the hyper or loud kid. Because she would rarely be seen without her little brother next to her, she wasn’t really known at all. But I knew her. I knew her favorite color was blue but that was Little Brother’s favorite color, so she’d say orange. She adored Gaga ball, she was the best at it. She’d only play if Little Brother was being held by me close by. She’d get so into the game. She’d just be a kid in very small moments until she’d remember life wasn’t about fun. She’d forget all her responsibilities then she’d be reminded and hurry to check on her little brother. One beautiful summer day she was playing. Her crazy wild red hair swinging with every smack of the ball and she got everyone out. She was on a roll. She got so excited, she ran over to me climbed on the wall and jumped on me.The most positive emotion I’d ever seen from this small human. Her little bony arms wrapped around my neck. All 40 pounds of her. “Captain Lindsey! I crushed’em! I crushed’em all!”