Peanut butter and jelly is like the older, more serious brother to egg salad sandwich. I’m an only child, so I eat both with incredible sadness.

Maybe it’s because I was an only child, but I’ve always wanted kids.

I have no brothers or sisters, so I get all my sibling love. But since I can’t take what’s already mine, I end up giving it all to my cat.

I’m an only child, so logically I gave birth to my parents, because if it weren’t for me they wouldn’t be parents at all, they’d simply be a married couple. (Or maybe without me they...

Not only am I not my dad’s favorite child—I’m his only child.

He’s a year shorter than me, but he’s a foot younger. I love him like the brother of an only child.