I write this to you with a belly full of Mongolian food, a smile on my face, and love in my heart. My mom drove allllll the way here from her house to throw some money at me and treat me to lunch. I know I have said it before about how neat my parents are, but seriously, they are. Since I am a poor college student I run out of money right before the next term happens and those two will always loan me money if I need it. I am really good at paying it back exactly when I say I will which help this situation out tremendously, but they still don't have to do it for me. Especially when I know darn well it isn't always easy to float me when I ask at the end of the month like this. I am totally their favorite kid. I just know it.

This winter my sister, who is profoundly retarded and extremely medically fragile, went into the hospital with bizarre symptoms and tried to die again. For the last couple of years she has been admitted into the hospital only to code a time or two, the whole family called to her bedside to say goodbye because she wouldn't make through the night, and that girl cuts death off at the door, bends him over her hospital bed and triumphantly screams in his face "Not this time you heartless bastard!!!!" That brave little girl is like a pit bull with a mouthful of life clutched in her jaws and she refuses to let go. God bless her.

This winter she spent ten days in the hospital where all the doctors could do was scratch their heads and say "I have absolutely no idea why this child is doing what she is doing. If she dies I don't know what killed her, and if she lives I have no idea why that happened either." It was pretty much a crap shoot at that point.They never did find out why she almost died, but somehow they fixed her and she got to come home. Now, she came home just a few short days before Hanukkah started and I will be darned if my mom didn't go home completely exhausted and bake up a mess of the most delicious Hanukkah goodies to give to her children and grand children. No one would have blamed her if she wasn't able to do this this Hanukkah, but my mom started this tradition a few years back and apparently she is determined to do this for her other kids come hell or high water. Now seriously, can you name me any other person on the planet who cares and loves her offspring so much that she would be willing to do this for them? She didn't make everything this year that she usually makes and instead found out what was every one's absolute favorite things were and made just that, but it was still a big huge box of Russian tea, Russian tea cakes, Carmelitas, chex mix, Carmel corn, sweet bread, and two kinds of fudge.  It wasn't only for my family either, she does it for all her children and their children. My mom has got a heart bigger than the universe and twice as deep as any ocean and I sometimes can't believe I lucked out enough for God to give me to her.

A lot of people think their parents are great, and that is good, but I know in my heart of hearts that we Knight kids truly are the most blessed kids on this whole wide big planet because of the love that floods out of those two and drowns us. Thanks mom and pop, I hope when I grow up I am half the human being you two are. The world needs more of people like you here.

Love,
Number four