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You know… she’s a bit of a walking storm.

Trips over her own feet, grumbles when people ask too many questions, and if you say something slightly off… boom — temper flares like a match to dry grass. But I’ve seen her. I know better.

She’s not always easy to keep up with —

But she’s impossible not to love.

She chases her goals with the kind of fire that makes you believe anything is possible.

Even when she's tired — bone-deep, soul-tired — she still gets up, brushes her hair, puts on her warpaint, and takes care of herself like it's a ritual.

She fights for her future like it’s already hers.

And somehow, she always builds something beautiful.

No matter what life tries to take from her, she builds.

That’s just who she is. She works harder than anyone I know.

And when she’s around?

It’s like the room finally remembers how to breathe.

There was a time… when she stood alone in a place no one should have to live in.

Where the sky wasn't blue, and the silence was louder than any scream.

But even then — even there — she didn’t fall apart.

She stood taller. Braver. Stronger.

She found pieces of peace where there were none…

And she survived.No — she thrived.

She ran from people, pushed them away, maybe because the world felt safer with walls. And honestly? I don’t blame her. Because this girl — this firecracker soul — survived a place where the sky cracked with war. She stood alone while everything familiar crumbled.

And yet… she made it through. Not broken. Just forged

She makes everyone around her laugh harder, feel deeper, live louder. And even when we drive her absolutely insane —

she still shows up, still loves us, still protects us in her own no-nonsense, brutally honest, ‘stop-being-an-idiot’ kind of way. She’s the one who tells you the truth no one else will — the kind that stings but saves you. Even when she’s exhausted, she still makes sure the people around her eat, laugh, breathe. Even when they get on her nerves.

Even when I get on her nerves.

She’s our guilt-trip queen — because if we don’t live a little extra every day,

she’ll absolutely make sure we regret it. Yeah, she’s rough around the edges. But that’s what makes her shine.

She’s strength and chaos and heart all wrapped into one badass, brilliant human.

She’s perfect.

And my God, she’s real.

And the world feels warmer just knowing she’s in it.

Even if I’m not by her side every minute —

I live by her.

In spirit. In memory. In the quiet places between moments.

She’s always with me. She’s always in my thoughts, always with me in some small, silent way.

Happy birthday, sis.

You are my heart, my home, my favorite kind of storm.

And I’ll be with you. Always, always

I adore you