"My boy, what would you like for your birthday?"
Over twenty years ago, Rebecca asked her eldest son Adrian.
That year, his younger brother Ethan had just learned to speak.
"Nothing special," young Adrian shook his head, looking at his mother.
In his memory, under the soft living room lights, his mother cradled his giggling baby brother in her arms. She bent down gently and said, "Then let Ethan decide. Ethan, whatever you say, that's what we'll buy for your brother, okay?"
Adrian looked at Ethan, whose eyes sparkled like they were filled with stars.
He couldn't remember what his brother had asked for, but Adrian knew that from that day forward, every single birthday, every year, he received exactly the same gifts as Ethan.
Even though their birthdays were two months apart - one in deep winter, the other in early spring.
