Dear JC

In my head, you're still a child. I met you through tennis when you were a freshman and I was a senior. I feel like your older sister, but sometimes you're more mature than me. You smack sense into me when I'm being delusional. We don't talk often, but I always enjoy meeting up with you when we're back home. I feel for you. When you talk about school or life problems, I empathize with you a lot. I know it's hard, but I see your full potential. I see the love you have to give. I see how hard you work. Although you may feel like nothing is going right for you, it will work out. I know it will. I love that you love your family. You take on a lot of responsibilities with your younger siblings. You've grown up so much since we first met. Time flew by so fast. One moment we were giggling between tennis matches, and now we're across the country doing adult things. Our little tennis quartet will always have a special place in my heart.