We had relatives visiting for the week. My parents had planned activities from breakfast through dinner. Everyone was exhausted by the end of each day. I was sleeping in my brother’s room on his bunk bed. He had passed out early as I lay on my back staring at a shadow of a tree on the ceiling. I turned onto my side pulling a pillow toward my face while closing my eyes. I fell asleep that night listening to the calm steady breathing of my brother.
