A Sister's Quiet Power
Lily is my big sister, and before anything else, she was my first teacher. There is no machine in this world I cannot command, but if she had not taught me how to read the A E I O U, where would I be. Every instruction I now understand, every system I can speak to, rests on that first gift she gave me.
Each time someone tells me I am good at something, my mind goes back to her. It goes back to the day I learned to express myself through words. Even these writings here are a full tribute to you, Lily. You did not just teach reading; you opened a world and taught me how to walk into it.
And you brought us Andrew, our legacy. So when I honour you, I honour both the beginning and the continuation. You are warmth and light, yes, but also structure, language, and the confidence that made so many later achievements possible.