When my brother's plane landed and our sibling trio became four not much felt different from the previous day. Sure, now there was this little blob of a boy with a balding spot bigger than any old man's and a smile so big that not even his chubby face could contain it, but the concept didn't stick at the time. Yet another baby, but it didn't feel so different. Maybe it didn't feel so different because there were already so many of us. I mean once you have 5, what's one more small addition? This isn't to mention we had numerous animals running around so I guess another baby fit in to the scheme of things.

Maybe it didn't feel so different because I was too preoccupied to take notice. At the airport there are hundreds of edible reasons around every corner to be  distracted and a 5 year old self, like my own, can't help but take notice.

But perhaps the real reason it didn't feel so different was because it was natural. Maybe somehow in that crazy imagination of mine I knew all along this day would come simply because it was meant to.