People often tell me I’m the "grounded" one in our family, the responsible one. But the truth is, I’m only grounded because I know Mia is there to pull me up. She taught me that it’s okay to make mistakes, that ugly haircuts grow out, and that sometimes, the best thing you can do for someone isn't to offer a solution, but just to show up with takeout noodles.
I was the child who colored inside the lines. I liked rules, schedules, and the comforting predictability of a plan. Mia? Mia was the one coloring on the walls. She was the wild variable in the equation of our family—the one who cut her own bangs at age six just to "see what would happen" (spoiler: it was a disaster) and who once tried to train the neighborhood squirrels to eat from her hand. my sister mia
: Many viral videos recount stories of "Mia" as a sibling who has caused family friction—such as the widely shared story about a sister named Mia who was caught with a protagonist’s fiancé. People often tell me I’m the "grounded" one
She is still the kite. She still tugs at the string. But I’ve learned that the only reason a kite can fly is because someone is holding on to the other end. I was the child who colored inside the lines