there's an old story told in my family, a legend of sorts, of a tiny child that literally carried the sun with her wherever she went.  she was beautiful, loving, and mean. but fiercely loyal. always. she was an incredible little monster, impossible to tame. she travelled the world with her family, filling every space and illuminating every adventure. 

fearful of her adventurous spirit and careful for her safety her father always kept a close eye on her. one summer at the sea, together, they rode the elevators of a magnificent hotel that reached towards the sky. her father, ever careful, always told her to stand in a corner so he could keep her safe. like all things, it became her corner.

one day her father paused as the golden doors opened. there in her corner stood a huge, intimidating man. her father reached for the little girl behind him to settle her somewhere else. but he was too late. she was already headed for her corner. unhesitating, she walked up to the man. her blue eyes sparked and her curls glowed as she said, "you are standing in MY corner".

she rode the elevator down to the bottom floor, happy and content, in her corner. in the opposite corner stood a large man with a badly hidden grin on his face. 

TO THE FIERCEST GIRL I KNOW:
NEVER LET THE MONSTERS STAND IN YOUR CORNER.