The last time I saw her, we were watching "A Little Princess"

Her short, sad life was a tragedy and waste from beginning to end.

But I loved her.


Miss Minchin: Don't tell me you still fancy yourself a princess? Child, look around you! Or better yet, look in the mirror.
Sara Crewe: I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren't pretty, or smart, or young. They're still princesses. All of us. Didn't your father ever tell you that? Didn't he?






And she is truly mourned.


Sara Crewe: Don't cry, Becky.
Becky: I'm scared. If Michin throws me out, I got no place to go
Sara Crewe: That's not true. I'm here with you. I've always thought of us as sisters.
Becky: You have?
Sara Crewe: Let's make a promise right now: to always look out for each other.
Becky: It's a promise.

Thank you to that big mass of electrons that is holding up my heart these days.

Thank you.