“She gives me a soft smile. “I don’t know if you still need to hear it from me, but I forgive you for being a frustrated eight-year-old boy. It’s okay that you were jealous. It’s okay that you ran ahead. I forgave you before I realized you even wanted forgiveness. You’re an awesome brother. You always have been.” “And you’re an awesome sister.” “You have no one else to compare me to, which is good.”