Last Friday, something big happened. Something that…well, a lot of times siblings don’t really grasp the importance of. But, my friends, as someone who graduated high school…twelve years ago, I have a different perspective. My littlest brother is – yes – twelve and a half years littler than me. He’s also about six and a half feet taller than me. Just kidding. Kind of. But really, he’s a lot taller than me. Which is kind of weird, since I remember putting his baby picture in my locker in middle school. Which was just yesterday, right?
I almost just typed, “he might be taller but I’ll always be older!”
And then I realized that it’s probably not what I should be gloating about. It’s not really gloat worthy material. My wrinkles and I are going to go hide now.
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