When we lived in Pocatello, I was 3 years old. I remember
waking up in the middle of the night. I suppose I heard some commotion, because
I got out of bed and was standing in the dark hallway. My dad came out and saw
me there, and told me that we had a little visitor. And then he took me in my
parents’ room, where I saw my baby sister Celeste for the very first time.
