Momentum

As part of natural sisterly adaptation, our maturity levels roughly synced up, as mine heightened and Libby’s lowered to meet halfway. In this, we generally lived as equals, and so were often mistaken as triplets. Because of this, I rarely begrudged my position in the birth order. Once though, on the basset’s annual fourth of July bike ride, Mother insisted that I practice braking during the descents while Libby and Sarah were allowed to coast freely. Speeding to catch up, perhaps I gained higher momentum which allowed me to move out, marry, and buy a home at the earliest age.