I cried for days when I found out my Dad and stepmother were expecting a child. I couldn’t believe that they had done this intentionally, were my brother and I not enough? I was so upset for so long…probably about nine months. Then my new little brother was brought into this world and every feeling of anger and resentment left me at that moment. How can you hate something so precious and innocent? Twelve years later I find myself at my youngest brother’s birthday party at the MOA. His face lights up when he realizes I am there. He is excited to introduce me to his friends. The ones who have already met me ask, “Do you remember me??” The ones who haven’t ask, “Are you the one who is getting married?” “Can I see your wedding ring?” He wants me to ride the rides with him. They all want me to ride the rides with them. Our time together, running around the park from one ride to the next goes by in a flash and suddenly I am saying goodbye. He whines when...