GROWING UP, I loved riding in my friend Jennie’s family station wagon, along with her three siblings. I relished every minute in the back seat: the laughing and raised voices, the teasing, the bickering — it was all so unusual for me, an only child.
In my family, I felt lonely on long car rides and many other occasions. My parents were loving, involved, and generous. But I ached for a sibling — an older one who would look out for me; a younger one who would look up to me. Even as an adult who understands that some sibling relationships are complicated, I still long for the camaraderie of a sister or brother who shares my history.