An older sister, and a much older brother - 2 years and 4, respectively. I’m the runt of the litter, and boy, they never let me forget it. On the plus side, though, all the beatings Julia gave me as akid has taught me to ignore pain. So it all works out.
And don’t ask about the brother - we don’t get along well, to say the least. And not in that good-natured, “We really love each other deep down” way. I wouldn’t care if I never saw him again.

