My mother told me something recently which I found quite sad.
Apparently, but for her hysterectomy, I would have probably had a younger sibling.
That's how they had it planned. Three kids. But the fates conspired against that plan.
I wonder what they would have been like? Would I have gotten on well with them? I always liked the idea of a younger sibling who looked up to me, someone I could be a role model for.
Or maybe they would have been an annoying brat. Hell, it would have been heavy, but they'd still have been my brother. Or sister, as the case may been.
But it wasn't.