Happy Birthday, Ana
Ana turns eighteen today. I’ve worked with her through this place for a while, and she’s one of those people you don’t secretly dislike. She’s genuinely interested—in people, in what they think, in everything going on around her. Not performing, not trying to impress. You can have fun with her, but you can also have conversations that actually matter. I hope she stays exactly like this. And maybe tell your sister to lighten up once in a while, but I won’t hold my breath. Happy birthday.