If she is night, then I am day.  We are completely different.  She is quiet; I don’t shut up.  She is very serious; I giggle often, even by myself, at myself.  She is young; I am…um…not.  She is homeless; I have a cute little house.  She has no one; I am surrounded by family.

I think you get the point, we’re polar opposites.  As far as I can find, we only share one characteristic…we’re both female.

She was the reason I was at the NICU today.