I’ve always enjoyed being a big sister. I’m the oldest of three kids, with two younger brothers: Bobby, who is now almost 27, and Bryan, who is nearing 23. Bobby and I are pretty close in age, I’m 29, and I have such fond memories of constantly creating adventures together. While I was starting my first business at the age of 9 (it was a baking business, I was really into chocolate chip cookies), my brother was excelling as an athlete, playing every sport imaginable. He was always outside and with some form of a ball. When Bryan was born and we became three, we started to settle into our familial roles. I was the over-achieving oldest, a goody two shoes and a bit of a drama queen. Bobby, the athlete, was charismatic and emotional, but quite a mischievous middle child. To this day, he still can give you this look—it’s a mix of a smirk and a smile, with a certain twinkle in his eye—that means he’s up to no good. It’s a look we’ve all come to know quite well.
I can’t remember exactly when I realized my brother wasn’t just a classic middle child, but an addict.