I was nine. I went into my parents’ bedroom. They were both sitting in bed, sitting up. Happy. The sunlight shines onto the north wall, illuminating it a soft and bright white. The floor is warm on my bare feet and the off white furniture is pretty with its gold trim. Larry Ann … my father says. Hmm? I’m still a bit sleepy, not fully awake. Would you like a little brother or sister? Now I’m wide awake. I look at my father relaxed in bed. Thick eyebrows raised. What about my toys? They would have to be shared. My parents’ attention? No, I don’t want a little sister or brother, I said, and jumped on the bed with them. I want a big sister!