I was named after my great-grandfather, Arthur Posey, who passed just two years after meeting me. I’m one of four kids, and being a sister is one of my favorite roles yet—family has always been the center of my world. After Thanksgiving, we’d gather for our annual ravioli-making tradition: Grandma made the filling, my aunts rolled and cut the dough, and I had the very important job of sealing each ravioli with a fork. It took hours, and I absolutely loved it. When I was five and a half, I became a big sister, and I took the role seriously. My dolls were quickly replaced by my baby brother, Jonathan, whom I brought everywhere in my stroller. At nine, I remember the exact moment my parents told me I’d have another sibling. I was riding my bike, and after hearing the news, I flew down my favorite hill, wind in my hair, thrilled at the thought of this new bond. That baby turned out to be Andrew, and while he wasn’t the sister I had imagined, he and I became the closest of all my siblings. Years later, when Andrew was 16 and I was in law school, he called with questions he trusted me to answer: “What should I put on my resume?”, “What’s the Electoral College?” and I loved that he came to me. When there’s a problem or a question, they text me. I thrive in that role—needed, trusted, and part of something bigger than myself. That sense of responsibility has always been a part of who I am. In middle and high school, I was a cheerleader—usually the base in stunts. I held steady, counted timing, and caught the flyer every time. In law school, my favorite class was family law. I was drawn to its complexity and its connection to real life. It’s messy, emotional,