Iron Sharpens Iron

It’s the toughest job on the planet, or so I’ve been told. I’ve never actually held the position myself.

We are each assigned one at birth, and all I can say is mine had to be strong to raise me.

Not that I was a particularly bad kid per se, just a tad…unhinged.

I thought everyone was my friend, even the seedy stranger walking down the street (fresh from burying a body, no doubt).

Whatever was on my mind, the world was privy to regardless of the consequences. Too cunning to stay in trouble but not cunning enough to stay out of it.

Growing up, she was my best friend and my worst enemy. Iron sharpens iron and now our bond is unbreakable.

The amount of sacrifices she made is countless and my gratitude is boundless.

I am not sure what I did to deserve to be raised by this warrior queen, but I would do it again in a heartbeat.