I turned toward him.

‘You don’t have to be.’

‘I like being their brother.

I just want to be six sometimes.’

I thought of him carrying Sophie’s rabbit in the courthouse and distributing the granola bar.

‘Then let’s make more room for that.’

We stopped at the hardware store on the way home and bought a small kite with yellow tails.

On the grass behind the house, Lucas ran holding the string while the kite dipped and rose.