There is a word that can define her.

She is soft edges and soft hands. Her tongue is sweet, laden with praises and encouragement, which contrasts her darker sister's sarcastic barbs.

Smiles are her favorite way to communicate appreciation. She cooks, putting food in your belly and sunshine in your heart. She wraps you up in warm arms, that are much too reluctant to release.

She cannot sing, but she tries. All of her family members agree that it is one of the sweetest sounds they have ever heard.

Truly, she is too precious, too fragile, too light and wonderful to live in such an awful, dirty place.

Yet, here she is. A human, surrounded by violence and mistakes and broken relationships.

But even in the circumstances, she stands, unafraid and brave and beautiful, ready to fight for those she loves just as much as her gifted father and siblings.

Sure, she is not a bonafide soul reaper, or even Quincy material. But it doesn't really matter. She is who she is—goodness to the bone.

The word is kind.