Now that everyone was asleep, the house was quiet. What kind of house did I grow up in? Somewhere noisy, where we all laughed and made fun of each other like these brothers? Or was I an only child? Something told me my house was calmer, that I had more time to myself so I could focus on drawing and painting. My upbringing probably wasn’t as loud or as chaotic as Sekani, River and Waylin’s. I was dying. It wasn’t as if it really mattered if I had siblings, or how I grew up. Would something change once I was…