My brother and I were born 16 years apart. We had different childhoods, but we've realized we have a lot in common.

Courtesy of Nia Springer-Norris

At 13, Winston was already taller than me. I found this out at my wedding — my younger brother was, in fact, taller than my husband. At that point, we hadn't seen each other since four years prior, when our grandmother brought him to visit me in Asheville, North Carolina.