pardon any grammatical errors as I type this from my ibaby on the bus
I can vividly remember the day my brother was born. Well, technically today isn’t really his birthday because he’s a Leap Year baby — you get my gist. The family was so thrilled to welcome a boy to the family — the family “heer” is what he was referred to — which is diamond for my non-indian friends.
I instantly fell in love with my baby brother and became the protective older sister in any given situation.
I’ve watched my brother grow from this little runt who would lie to us about getting hurt in hockey because he didn’t want to stress us out to a thoughtful, hardworking and driven young man. His eagerness and hunger inspires me to always do better. And no matter how much time passes between get togethers, I know I can always count on him to be there for me.
To my brother on his birthday, I love you.
