Disclaimer: If I owned it, it wouldn't be ending.
He can't believe how tiny she is.
He's always known babies were little; he just had never seen such a tiny one so close up.
As a child, every birthday, every time he got a wishbone, every time he caught the clock reading "11:11," he wished for a sibling.
He didn't care whether it was a boy or a girl, but he only wanted someone his own age to play with on weekends.
Back then, he hadn't had friends with whom he could have playdates.
When he finally got a sibling, he was sixteen. So was his new brother.
Ryan brought with him new problems, new insecurities, and a new need to share his parents.
But he also brought a lot of happy memories Seth never would've have had had he never come along.
It occurs to him momentarily that Emily would bring much of the same.
He's a big brother now, his parents tell him, and he scolds them for treating him like he's four. He rolls his eyes as his father hands him an "I'm a big brother" t-shirt and then hands one to Ryan.
He really loves the idea of the role, but he'd never tell his family that.
He loves that he'll be her teacher. He'll show her how to play video games and write stories, how to get out of being grounded and how to charm adults into giving her money.
Sure, they're not the skills she needs most in life, but teaching of those skills should be left to the parents.
He's the big brother now, and he gets to teach Emily about the best things in life.
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