By: Laura K.

Since I was two I loved being the older one. I love giving advice. Our lives weren’t identical of course, but just from having arrived on this earth a little earlier, I’d been there, so I could offer my perspectives.

Then there was so much that you had to go through alone. I could be there with you, but I had no insight to offer.

Now, mostly, I just miss you.

But sometimes, though I’m not proud of it, I have an incongruous pang of jealousy: that you get to know all the secrets of the universe first.

Any advice?

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