I was the youngest. One brother was 2 years older, another brother was 9 years, and my sister was 11 years. I've often felt like, in being the youngest, that I'm the one who was expected to give in to the others and serve. I hated that. Also my sister still thinks I'm a little boy. I guess that's how she sees me.

My parents had passed away many years ago and so has my brother, who was two years older than me.