16.

I don't remember the exact moment when I suggested to myself that it's okay to grow up. It was a slow discovery, something that happened over many deep breaths all the way down to the bottom parts of my lungs, I think. I constantly tell myself, it wasn't when I was fourteen, or I was fifteen, or I was sixteen. And then I constantly tell myself, it was when I was fourteen, I was fifteen, I was sixteen. 
My baby sister turned sixteen today.
We all grow up somehow.