When I left for Ann Arbor, my brother was twelve, and in his first year of secondary school. Now he's just about ready to graduate and enter junior college. My sister -- she'll always be the baby of the family, even though she'll be thirteen at the end of the year. Sometimes I wish I had been around to see them grow up. Despite the distance (and the age divide -- I'm six years older than my brother and nine years older than my sister), I'm thankful we're as close as we are. They're good kids and I'm very proud of them.
"Our brothers and sisters are there with us from the dawn of our personal stories to the inevitable dusk."
- Susan Scarf Merrell