This fall, she will be a freshman in high school. She, unlike her aunt, was smart enough to skip the seventh grade — something I brag about a lot but something that also breaks my heart. I thought I’d have an extra year to get used to the idea of her being a high schooler. Sometimes aunts don’t get to make those kinds of decisions.
We just get to hear about her crushes, her heartbreaks and make sure she has a good time. A job I accept with a full heart and an open wallet.