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growing up, in three

a few of the moments that stuck

no particular order

Why are you that sister-in-law

the one everyone else wishes they had

make it count

blow out the candle

tap the flame and make a wish, Poonam

one last page

happy birthday, Poonam

Out of everyone I grew up with, you're the one who stayed constant — the one who knew me before I knew myself, and never once made that feel like a small thing.

Thank you for every ride, every cover story, every "I've got you" said without needing to be asked. Here's to another year of you being exactly, unapologetically you.

with all my love, always