She has instant love for every dog she sees being walked on the street. She would probably feel that way about cats too, but most people don't walk their cats.
We once saw a homeless man in frigid weather holding out a sign asking for help. She asked what it meant to be a veteran (because that's what his sign said) and why we hadn't stopped to help him. How do you explain to your children the social injustice of poverty and safety nets that aren't wide enough to catch everyone? I did my best, and there was silence in the back seat. I turned to look and she was crying, tears silently rolling down her cheeks.
You've never met an 11-year-old with a bigger heart.
She is happiest and most herself with her music, making videos, singing and dancing. If you can sneak a peek without her knowing you're there, you will witness pure joy.
She is chronically messy, yet meticulously organized. She brushes her hair religiously every day but has to be reminded to wash it.
Take a moment to look her in the eyes while she's talking and you'll be distracted by their depth. Are they grey? Green? Brownish blue?
She is our Marissa, and she is eleven.