My younger brother is six years younger than me, but not any less of a friend to me. I vividly remember when he was being born. It was the middle of the night and my parents came to my bedroom door, telling me that Grandma and Grandpa were coming over because my little brother was being born. I went back to sleep for maybe another hour, but I was too excited. So, I walked downstairs to my grandparents reading in the family room, clearly anxiously waiting for their newest grandchild. I was seven years old then. Now, I am twenty-one and my brother is fourteen, almost fifteen. Some people are baffled by the six-year difference. I just think it is normal. Honestly, the age difference did us well. You know those petty things siblings fight about? Borrowing clothes, stealing friends, so-and-so did something annoying in school today, etc.? Never. My
