...ey were older and she spent all of her time with him, she was positive he was hyperactive.
He’d calmed down quite a bit since he was 10, of course. He’d had to learn how to channel his energy into more productive pursuits. It was a good thing he’d discovered soccer and being a superhero. She didn’t know what he’d do with all that excess energy otherwise.
And he still had plenty of energy left to burn. It was hard to keep up with him sometimes because he was always on the go. Just being around him could be tiring when he was in one of his excitable phases.
But she had to admit that it was always exciting. His enthusiasm was contagious.
Before, her life had been a regimented series of color-coded schedules and to-do lists. Even at 10.
Being with Ben had made life unpredictable, and she’d had to change her ways. Mostly for the better. He’d taught her to be spontaneous and have fun. To live for the moment, and live life to its fullest.
She heard the sound of a car pulling up and realized her parents were back. They walked in as she and Ben were folding the towels and the rest of the clean laundry.
“Hi, Uncle Frank, Aunt Lily,” Ben said cheerfully.
“You did laundry?” her dad asked, looking around the room. He sounded surprise...