Jessie Prats

Can I say enough good things about my new little sister? I'll share a little story with you.

I walked into the house one day and was immediately overwhelmed by several senses at once. Something heavenly was simmering in the kitchen filling the room with a distinct aroma that created hunger. Sitting off to the side on the counter was a small mess of art supplies and one particular stunning drawing done in pencil. A few rooms off the piano was being played, a soft piece of classical music that was easy to loose yourself in. I stood there for a moment, basking in the sight, smell and sound. Curious, I went to the piano and there was Jessie sitting at the piano in her Karate uniform. Her eyes closed, she was playing beautifully and had lost herself in the music. The truth was evident. While she had some time to kill in the preparation of dinner she had completed the drawing and decided to play the piano. With class only a few hours away she was already in uniform. Chef, artist, musician, Black belt. Raising my voice I called to her, "Jessie!"

Turning to see me she was greeted with a shock as I slapped her across the back of the head.

"Stop being so TALENTED!!"