I’m not sure if any of you have more than one child, but Cassie is my third. She was always the tiny little blonde with the big blue eyes. She’s always been cursed with people comparing her to Cindy Lou Who from How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Over the years, teachers have always referred to her as “so sweet, and quiet” which is something I’ve never understood. Don’t get me wrong. Cassie can be sweet. Quiet? Maybe at school, but never around me.
Cassie is one of my heroes. She’s her own person. She’s never let that “middle child syndrome” get a hold of her. If you need her, she’s there. If you don’t, she’s in Cassie-World. She’s always fought for those who couldn’t fight for themselves. She’s made herself not popular at school because she’s never given a damn about anyone, and has very little tolerance for the usual cattiness that accompanies high school girls.
How could you not love her? She’s gorgeous, with a fantastic sense of humor, and a heart the size of Africa. I just wanted you to get to know Cassie before I started talking more in depth about her. My beautiful Cassandra. My colorful Cassie. My little asshole Casserole.