Imperfection and I have had a rocky relationship. For years, I pretended she
didn’t even exist. When she showed up unexpectedly, I dressed her up in
different clothes and tried to pass her off as someone else. I recognized,
eventually, that she was actually a roommate I despised. And in more recent
years, I’ve been trying to be reconciled to my sister. Imperfection has gifts I
need, and she has been much more gracious with me than I deserve.