It’s incredibly strange to have to see my youngest brother grow up, have his secrets, his fights, his new friendships, and have to step back from it. It’s not that he wasn’t his own person before university, but I knew his friends since they were all little, I even knew their families. He’d talk to them on the phone in front of me, we’d all go out occasionally, etc. But his friends now are new to him, and strangers to me, and when he gets calls he steps out of the room to take them, and when I hear a raised voice I can’t rush over and ask what’s wrong. I have to trust he’ll tell me if he wants me to know. I understand it all, and I respect his privacy. It’s just very, very weird.