6:45am on Christmas morning, ascending out of Seattle and heading home. I’m shaking violently as we break through the clouds and fog, the rising sun illuminating Rainier’s peak. I imagine the plane tipping sideways, back towards the ground and crashing into the snow. As it goes down, I’ll think, ‘In the next life, I will be a wildflower. I’ll grow on the mountain side the following spring and, maybe, one day, my sister will come through and she’ll see me, the wildflower. Somehow, she’ll know and she’ll address me by name before leaving me be. And that’s how I’ll know she’s grown into a woman. December 25th, 2016.