I grew up in a family with three older sisters (and no brothers). As a kid I often found my hair being braided and my fingernails being painted. As a result, I never braid my hair or paint my fingernails as an adult.
But I never longed to have a brother. I had guy friends, so I didn’t really ever think about what I might’ve missed. But the other day I found that out while doing a bit of research on comas.
On Yahoo Answers I was reading the user-generated answers to the question “What happens when someone wakes up from a coma?” And one guy wrote this:
“Not sure about your answer, but my brother was in a coma for 5 days. And when he woke up I told him it was ten years later than it actually was. You should’ve seen his face!”
I can imagine. Yup, I probably missed out on some great humor, but I’m okay with that.