I watched this young lady grow from a squalling newborn into her teenage years. Looking at her now, I wonder where all the time went. As cliche as it may sound, it feels like only yesterday when she would trail after me, a tottering three-year-old, or an eight-year-old blurting out life truths far beyond her years. Now she stands upon the cusp of adulthood, only a mere two years before she leaves her youth behind forever. I feel a twinge of bittersweet nostalgia as I recall all the years we have spent together, two cousins bound by blood, then true friendship, always feeling as though time has passed much too fast. But I am proud of the mature young lady she has become, one with a depth of compassion and sensitivity that makes her seem far wiser than her number of years.
With the resurgence of superhero films, we see individuals with mighty powers and special abilities make war against evil and injustice. We see the bad guys lose, and we cheer. The day is won! Justice prevails! Then we go back to our ordinary lives, where evil doesn’t always look like one guy in a purple suit. Sometimes it’s hidden behind banality—hidden deep within human hearts.