In the wee hours of the morning 37 years ago today, my father woke up little six year old me and my nine year old sister to give us some news. Mom had the baby. We had a little brother and his name was John.
That’s nice, we said. Then we rolled over and went back to sleep.
No offense, John.
Happy 37th birthday to my baby brother! Everyone wish him a good one.
Note: I don’t actually remember how we reacted. Logic dictates it was probably sleepily. I don’t think we got out of bed. I think we waited until the sun came up to go and meet the new addition to the family.
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