My younger son, also known as The Traveler, turns 18 today. We went to a Japanese restaurant to celebrate this important birthday together over dinner. I talk about my kids a lot. By now I have told you many times that whereas my older son talks and writes and expresses himself quite freely, my younger son is quiet and reflective. He sees and feels everything, and if pressed, he will tell you his very articulate opinion of things, but seldom voluntarily. An 18th birthday is a significant event for a young individual. It is a turning point of sorts, where the society expects maturity and responsibility of the individual. Beginning in May, I have seen many signs of change in him, showing his readiness to take responsibility, working and caring about people around him. This past week he also started college. Among the requisite math and English and humanities courses he has chosen this semester, he also enrolled in a sign language class. I didn't need to ask him why he would want to learn sign language. It is all so natural for a person who says so little, to want to communicate with people who can say even less. But the most amazing event of the week of his 18th birthday was something that I hold personally dear and meaningful. He wrote his first short story for his English class. Our family now has another storyteller.