Little Brother

Ever since I can remember I wanted a little brother or sister. When I was a little kid I used to tell people that I had an older brother named John….which I didn’t. When my parents told me my mom was pregnant I was so excited, I told anyone and everyone. When he was born I was so excited, my Dad came and got me from school and we both went to the hospital and I got to see him. I remember being so happy and excited……..My little brother is absolutely crazy I remember my mom used to think he wasn’t going to make till to five. When he was two he shoved a metal hairclip in an electrical outlet, and electrocuted himself. When he was three he did a 360 off our brick fireplace hit his head and passed out. He has a permanent scar on his forehead from an air soft pellet, and last week he jumped of a set of stairs in Mexico and broke his arm…..But he also the sweetest person I have ever met. He leaves me messages in my phone all the time, and e-mails……And since he is only twelve it is so hard for me to be away, and not be able to watch him grow up.-Carolyn