By Jada Forbes, Senior My little brother
Was an unexpected Surprise to my 3 year old self. He was tiny and loud, But I loved him, Anyway. I was always ready to Help my mom care for him The best way I knew how. I cradled him, and fed him. Mind the mashed potatoes All over his cheeks and forehead. My little brother grew up A mischievous boy, As I grew intolerant. My father’s redundant “He’s your brother. He’s supposed to be annoying.” Crying and begging for him to get off my back He was being a little brother. My little brother is now Bigger than I. I miss his short stature. He is maturing In the way he holds his head high. In the way he speaks with confidence. My little brother my rock And little does he know, I couldn’t wish for anyone better.
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