My baby brother Jamey was born 41 years ago. I must not have been a very observant child, or no one remembered to tell me, because at 9 years old I was left completely in the dark. I remember wandering around the house asking people "Where is Mother?" until someone laughed at me and said "Didn't anyone tell you? She's at the hospital, we have a new brother!" (This is not the only time I was forgotten. I have many more stories like that. Its because I am the middle child, I am certain.)
He turned out to be a great dad, and a righteous, good man, and I wish him a very happy birthday today.
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