My little brother

I am best friends with my little brother. He is the funniest kid you will ever meet and always has new, "Did you know's?" to tell me. He loves to paint and draw with me, and without speaking a word the whole time. He is the most mature fourteen year old you will ever meet one second, then the next he is making bird calls and telling me the new dance he made up called the knocky swimmer (all in a Scottish accent). He loves to talk to me and paints my toe nails whenever i ask. He entertains my more outlandish requests and is always ready for an adventure. He will dance with me in the kitchen to my favorite band and gives me hugs without question whenever i need them. i woke up feeling sick this morning and when i laid down on the couch he pat the top of my head and said, be better.
He will listen to whatever concern i have and sit with me while i make decisions i don't want to. He not only listens, he gives back in the conversation and presents almost as much passion into the subject as i do. He is eager to make me happy and is the most forgiving person when i accidentally hurt him in my many clumsy endeavors. He never ceases to make me smile even as the tears are racing down my cheeks. I love my little brother.

books

I read all the time. I devour the words with a crazed need. After each bite i lick my fingers savoring the last page and looking forward with eager anticipation for the next. There is magic deep within the ink of every letter, every word. A simply powerful secret. My feet have walked so many places, and my toes remember spreading through the thick, dewy grass of a foreign country. Walking long paths through haunted forests. Running with screaming lungs from pursuing evil. I have seen so many things on white pages. I have loved so many people i will never meet. And i will continue to love them and love more people because they live in my heart. I have no shortage of friends. They walk the paths of life with me and help me fight my battles like angels.