When Stephen was four years old, his parents sat him down and explained that his mother was pregnant. He asked, in reply, if he was getting a brother. With a laugh, his mother said that she did not want to know if it was a boy or a girl until the day he or she came. For nine months straight, Stephen asked his mom if his little brother had come yet. Of course, she always replied ‘”no.” That was until the beautiful day in September, September thirteenth to be exact, when his mom gave birth to Stephen’s little sister, Rosie. And everything, to Stephen, made sense, he became to older brother he had always wanted to be, even if it was to a little sister instead of the brother he wanted and anticipated.
He remembered thinking that everything was going to be different now. And he was right, it w
