My younger sister. She was the middle child until Juan was born. Now she’s the one that’s married with children. She has beautiful children and a marriage that frequently rivals the soap opera plots of Mexican novelas. Her life isn’t boring simply because she refuses to live without drama. And she frequently brings the drama into my living room.
Katie is Juan’s wife, my only sister-in-law. She’s not Hispanic. Her Spanish is phenomenal. She’s a teacher.
My “baby” brother. He’s a thirty-something who’s at least six inches taller than I am and is built like a football player. My favorite sibling, he’s like me in too many ways to count. He’s the one person who can get me to do things even when I’m exhausted and beyond being nice. He’s married and going to college right now.
The brother-in-law that pushes my buttons, and not in a good way. He can be a nice guy. He’s a good father. He’s married to Linda. Once upon a time, he was the spoiled oldest male child in a traditional Mexican family. He’s getting over that one day at a time, but making my sister’s plans go awry while that happens. If my sister changed husbands tomorrow I might not miss him.