I walk down this street frequently. pushing a double stroller. sometimes getting weird looks from strangers. always maintaining peace between two toddlers. usually singing a third rendition of twinkle twinkle. often answering questions about why people litter.
amidst today’s usual chaos something caught my eye. on the same sidewalk I walk on every week.
today of all days. what happened 10 years ago?
(I know 10 years ago my little brother turned 7. and today he turned 17. I should have told my 14-year-old self to enjoy being taller than him.)
(happy birthday, z. thanks for making me a big sister. height notwithstanding, you’ll always be my little brother.)