"Hey Sister Jameson!" I said to the young woman behind the lunch counter. "How are you today?"
Sister Jameson has down syndrome. Twenty-something, sweet, and spunky, she wanted to serve a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. That's what brought her to be a volunteer service missionary in the employee cafeteria, giving me the pleasure of chatting with her each day.
We normally talk about upcoming fun events or our weekend plans, but today was different.
"This morning when I was in the bathroom I realized something" Sister Jameson responded thoughtfully to my question.
"What's that?" I asked as I placed a tong-ful of spinach from her carefully maintained salad bar onto my plate.
"I realized that I am a child of God." she responded earnestly. "And that means...I'm a princess. Because of that, I have something really important I need to do."