The Swagger

This one has the swagger, the detachment, the stubbornness to survive in the arts. Why?

She has always been outside the loop. We called her FedEx when she was young as an acknowledgement of her uniqueness, in hindsight I can see where that must not have been very pleasant, perhaps I should tell her that it was my way of acknowledging her uniqueness, while trying to keep sibling rivalries from burning beyond a smolder, for secretly, the others coveted her swagger, even though all she desperately wanted was to be like them; she must be lonely.

I wonder if she realizes that by being on the outside, she never had to compete with her siblings, she never had to share her spotlight.

All dark clouds do have a silver lining if you just look hard enough.