Her Story
She was an interesting girl. She was quiet, reserved some would even say shy. Yet if you asked her she would tell you that she was observant, too busy reading people's energy, body language and tone to need to bring any attention to herself. She liked to fly under the radar. In fact she dreamt of being a bird, an eagle soaring high on the thermals of life. Yet her cold hard reality was that she was grounded on earth, her feet squarely planted.
She took in so much more than anyone ever gave her credit for. She was bright, tenacious and overly sensitive. She'd had a heightened awareness since birth and it was never dampened by the traumatic crap that she had to endure. Nor did the grief dull her sensitivities, empathy and compassion for others. She was an enigma to those around her. If anything the grief and trauma seemed to further sharpen her senses, her ability to observe life, others and herself. I don't think she quite understood how gifted she was. Not just intellectually, but also emotionally.
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