A 5’3 bundle of dictatorial firey passion with a dream akin to MLK, a heart like a lion, and nails that look like they came from 54th and Crenshaw.
See: The little general; Leo; “I will help you”, workaholic; everything pink and fuzzy, always; “I know EVERYTHING!”
Extra, Extra, read all about it! My older sister Marlaina is the definition of ‘doing the most’, always in all ways. As I understand it, she started running shit the second she Jete’d out of my mother’s womb. I’m pretty sure she cut and sewed her own umbilical cord, ordered lunch for the staff including gluten free/veg options and no olives for the intern, all while outlining a new delivery protocol for the hospital. That girl runs on sole will power and is driven to make an impact. She started working a million different jobs before she was even legally allowed to work, made sure to carve out time to secure her middle school yearbook title of biggest flirt, was captain and president of everything in high school, volunteered at numerous shelters and now she organizes teaching programs backed by the state capital, runs multiple companies, and still arranges every family event, ever. I used to be confused about why my sister would work so hard or get so upset over the minutiae all of the time. Every once in awhile, we would get into explosive arguments (RIP hallway drywall) and I’d end by saying “who cares?” To which she’d shout “I DO!”
And she certainly did. Still does. She cares too much if that’s possible. That’s what drives her and sets her apart from the rest. She has lead a life dedicated to the greater good and not being great at what she commits herself to, is not an option.
She is absolutely a freak of nature.
As a teen, she used to kick holes through our hallway drywall in episodes of misplaced adolescent passion. Now, she figuratively kicks holes through any barricades that stand in her righteous path. She’s an older sister by blood and a best friend by choice. I love that little fireball.