siblings

I kept Grant company by phone while he rode the bus in from downtown LA late Thursday night and then walked another twenty minutes home through the dark. He was hungry, tired, frustrated, estranged. It hadn't been the best day at work. "It's times like these that I wish I didn't take the bus on principle and just drove," he spat.

At some point in our conversation, I realized that I wasn't the older sister anymore. It was a wonderful feeling. I looked up to Grant, I suddenly thought, and with good reason, too. (Now if only he believed in those reasons....) Sometime between college and the present, he had grown up without me noticing. We're equals now, and I prefer it that way.