The next day.

That evening had been melancholic at best. We got home after the ice cream store and I hid in my room until I had to eat dinner with the family. My sister and brother were there. Jaime and Andrew. Mom had made fettuccine with broccoli and chicken. Andrew couldn't help but stare at my body, but Jaime did too. She seemed more interested than him. She asked me a thousand questions about my day, about how hard it was, and encouraged me. It was almost flattering if it wasn't so absurd. Andrew didn't ask any questions. He just stared. I focused on the plate. When that was done I just went upstairs and went to bed.

I was surprised to be woken up at 6 AM. Jaime stood over me. We usually go on a run together in the mornings before she has school. "Sis, will you run with me?" she asked. I had had plenty of sleep, but still felt exhausted from the amount of emotional and physical exhaustion I had suffered the previous day. "Jaime, I can't run naked and shoe less" I mumbled half asleep. "I have an extra pair of running shoes," she pleaded. Letting down my 18 year old sister was not something I was known for. I earnestly asked her, "Is making your sister come outside naked more important to you than running alone?" She stood over my bed. "Please," was her one word response. Fuck. Fine. I got up. "Where are those shoes?" I mumbled. Let it be known, I love my little sister.

Before long I was laced up into a slightly too small pair of pink Reebok's and nothing else, while she had a sports bra and a pair of black shorts. Even though a few dozen people saw me naked yesterday I was in no way ready to jump out of this door naked at 6AM. Jaime saw this, took my hand, and let me into the cool dew of the morning.