What Matters

Last week, the boy's best friend came over on Friday afternoon after their classes. We were just talking in the living room while Jason was, I think, in the bathroom. We talked about his plans for college, about their other friends, his mom, and his other siblings.

Then, I asked him, "Among all of his siblings, who is his closest? This was because, with Jason, he has no other choice but to be close to his big sister. Thankfully, they are.

"None!" he replied.

"Not even one?"

"Yup, not one!"

"But you're close to your mom?! I know that because your mom and I are friends on Facebook."

"Yes, it's just my mom and I."

"That's sad."

"... but I have you guys."

That made me teary-eyed. I will never forget that—we matter to him.