“Vanita, sit down and be quiet.”
Those are the first words I can recollect. I’m sure I heard many before that, but it wasn’t until that night in the hospital waiting to meet my baby brother, that words stuck.
Not necessarily the kindest of words either, they were spoken, rather firmly, by my oldest sister. I remember the blue couch I was climbing on. The vinyl cold and tacky under my sticky hands. I remember the superman action figure I was flying through the air. His red cape flapping in the wind. Together we were invincible.