She’s precious. She’s the youngest out of all the girls while I’m the oldest. She’s very tender hearted. She sheds lots of tears because she feels emotions so deeply and intensely but also because she loves others so strongly. She’s quirky. She regularly walks/dances through the office. She rallies people together and encourages them to do/try things that are outside of their comfort zone. One of the things I love most about her is that she gives amazing hugs. She won’t let go until I end it. She knows that sometimes I need a really long embrace as a way of comforting me. We both are similar in that way. We don’t even have to say a word, but we just know that a hug is all each other needs. We don’t always have words. We always have hugs though.