My sister would have me believe that she is the older one. In fact, all of my younger sisters have a desire to be older, or recognised as beyond their years. Meanwhile, the oldest is our brother Sean. He is the oldest, and he is a boy. Exempt from the same types of complications that come with being an emotional, dramatic, hormone infused woman. I do not wish to be younger nor older. I wish to be free. I wish to be at peace. I wish to be at ease. I wish for less intensity between family members, more emotional distance and as a result less judgement. I wish for understanding. Harmony. Humour. Respect. It's a tall order. Let's throw my wishes out the window.