Yesterday, my youngest nephew officially became a teenager. He hit his milestone 13th birthday in the middle of this pandemic. Hence, the celebration was small, and smiles were hidden behind masks. It’s strange to see him growing out of his childhood, and I am reminded of it every time I speak to him. Every time I get a phone call from him, I expect to hear a child’s voice, but instead, I am greeted by the deepening voice of an adolescent. I try to think back on when I was 13, and the memories are still fresh, and oddly I felt like an adult back then as I do now. I guess that’s always the case with every adolescent. In your own eyes, you see yourself as an adult when the rest of the world continues to see a child.