This is not a singular story, much more is it the story of my youngest sister. I am trying to find where I was going I even tried to find a BARTpa way to accomplish this task, but I kept coming back to photos I had taken of her, and since I don't get to see her very often (college does that to you, you know, remove the things you care about from your life because finals own your soul.) She is all at once a dreamer, an innocent, a friend, a sibling, a princess, a swimmer, and dancer. So in loving memory of some great times shared and for always being patient with her older brother when he was playing with his camera this is the story of my littlest sister.