My sister sent me a text message just now asking for my social security number. I normally don't so flippantly hand out that sort of information, but what the hell. If she tries anything illegal, I know where she lives.

(Actually, I don't. Hmm...)

So, I texted her the nine-digit number that holds the key to my existence.

She replied back with, "You get everything if I die."

Question mark? I quickly ran through a list of her assets in my head. Oh, she has a lot of clothes and that sweet snowboard...

And then I realized she made me her person. I am HER PERSON. And for just a moment, I felt a little liquid forming behind my eyelids. Then I realized I was at the library. And there's no crying at the library.

But I am someone's person, you guys.

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