Seventeen

He used to be that kid: the one who learned how to ride the bike before his two older brothers did, who invited his friends for breakfast and lunch and dinner without warning, and who preferred basketball over debating whether Garamond is a better font than Times New Roman.

Being the youngest in the family, everybody adored him. He had big, bulging eyes the size of a dinner plate, his skin was smooth and soft, and he had a face that garnered compliments like, “Si Sean talaga ang pinakagwapo sa kanilang lahat,” to which I disagreed.

And tomorrow—my, how times flies—my kid brother Sean turns seventeen.