She is high, so extremely high, above the average kin. She is all feather and hollow bones; she is pureness untainted. (And they mock her, they laugh, they tease her -- it's all rather perplexing.)
There's an effortless disconnect between her and others -- all except her sister, that presence just behind her left shoulder that hovers whenever the jeers grow harsh -- that makes it much like a lone sun lost in a sea. Though she thinks the sun is much more beautiful than she. But there is one thing that connects her, one thing that makes her feel she belongs.
Kindness is ever present in her; it grows and flourishes and multiplies. It colors the world in pastels and fills her with warmth. And she does what comes naturally. She passes it on -- gives forward -- so that they, too, can have kindness. And she is content. (The voices quiet, confused, off-kilter -- she understands.)