My younger brother, my younger sister, and I walked about a quarter mile up the road from our house, which was an old shoe factory still standing from the 1800’s. We clutched large brown paper bags in our small hands and jumped over a ditch into the waiting treeline, where we pulled apples from the trees, talked and explored. After a long while, we came out and began our trek back to the house, just as we always had. I knew something was wrong almost immediately. My siblings were talking to each other, or to me…I can’t remember. What I did remember was the feeling I had in my gut. It was the sort of feeling you get when you know you’ve just made…