Thin as a twig and touchingly pale; the timeless trademarks that elicit tenderness. Tirelessly she tried to come towards me, as I tirelessly strode away. Too many years apart and two disparate trajectories were the trouble. She was tremendously tenacious, and though terribly flattered, I couldn’t tolerate being tailed twenty-four seven. Terrible of me? Yes. Tactless of me to ignore her tears? Of course. But, teenagers will be teenagers and I too was going through my own trials and tribulations. Truth be told, I totally had her back and instantly thwarted any external threats or targeted bullying to keep her safe. The times I think about her trusting little face waiting to be told that she could take part too, only to be left behind, today, makes me twist with the torment of tremendous guilt and leaves a turmeric taste in my mouth. As is the case with everyone, time passes and this tiny tot caught up to me, intertwining her path to mine. Today we are tightly tethered teammates tripping and tumbling together through this tangled thing called life.