It is rare to discover a defining characteristic for life at the age of two, but in hindsight, my second birthday was a foretelling of things to come. I, of course, had no idea at the time, but in looking back, it was the moment that so many other moments originated from. On my second birthday, I became a big brother.
That is correct, on my second birthday, my sister Katie was born.
We have the same birthday but are two years apart.
I used to joke that, "I asked for a box of crayons and got a little sister instead, but in the long run it all worked out."
But something else happened that day deep in my little brain: I was no bigger than, and therefore responsible for, someone besides myself.
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