I really liked growing up as a little sister. As the number two to my big brother’s number one, I was privy to Superman pajama hand-me-downs; slightly broken-in parents (who needed less convincing when it came to eating chocolate cookies for breakfast or going to my first middle school dance); immediate protection against loser boyfriends; and of course, all of big bro’s sage advice. And his good looking friends to swoon over, too. But there were moments when I cursed the day that I was born second. Like when my older brother, seemingly sweeter than me, took advantage of my trusting personality. When he […]
