A Sigh for Grown-up Children

By Sonya Booth

“You know, we’re orphans,” I told my brother. I said it like a joke, which is the best way to say serious things. And really, it is kind of a joke. My brother is 59. He’s a burly trucker. I’m 46. My sister is 52. We’re big and strong and brave. We never cry; we don’t whine. We make our beds, then lie in them. We’re responsible.…

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