On a hot August afternoon in eastern Oregon, a 2-year-old freckle-faced country kid made his way down the road. He was angry and clutching a few toys. Running away was the last resort. His parents refused to change that baby sister into a baby brother, and today was the day she was making her way into the world. He had decided to not stick around for it.

I am that second sister and that freckle-faced redhead is my brother.