ATGB

My youngest brother turned twenty-one this year. I was twelve when he was born so I got the chance to take care of him as a baby. I look at him now and shake my head in disbelief at how fast time goes by: it doesn’t seem like twenty years to me. There were diapers and feeding bottles; then came coloring books and video games; next were basketballs and acne treatment; now, we’re currently at daily shouting matches about him still acting like a child--when I sometimes wish he still was.