My First Written Memoir

There we sat, nose to nose, my forehead pressed against his like all we needed were our minds to communicate. I hoped this moment would be everlasting. I wanted him to always sit there looking back at me. I knew we would always be together. Nothing mattered to me more than him. My face reflected in his sweet baby blue eyes. I knew from the time we found out that he existed that he would have my eyes. His sweet dimpled cheecks puffed out as we made funny faces back and forth. I had waited three agonizing day to come home and see my baby brother smile at me. Alex. He was and is more to me than he could ever know.

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on June 24, 2009 at 3:22 pm Comments (3)

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On June 24, 2009 at 3:41 pm papermargo said:

this is truly touching… -sobs a little- makes me think of my newborn baby cousin~ ^o^ babies are adorable.

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- On June 24, 2009 at 3:49 pm Sydney said:
  
  I don’t usually like babies, but it was something about my little brother that made me melt.
  
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On June 25, 2009 at 3:44 pm Melanie said:

I have a little brother (he’s 28). I love him very much. I like the “sweet dimpled cheeks” description.

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