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?


By: Laura K.

If you believe the multiverse theory, there’s a new universe with every choice.

There’s a universe where I won the lottery.  One where our hair is bright purple. Where Crystal Pepsi is all the rage.

One where I never went to the party. Or does that not matter? Maybe we just meet some other way.

One where you went to the doctor. Where they caught it early.

Who knows what other things happen, in those worlds.

But what is the point of the universe where it’s just like this one, except I ordered sausage instead of pepperoni on my pizza?

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