Dear Bud,
Where do I even begin? I shouldn’t really call you, “little” anymore considering you and I are the same height and you are thirteen but, you will always be my little brother.
I will never forget when mom and dad told me that mom was pregnant. I was so angry; I wasn’t going to be the center of attention or the favorite kid anymore. But then, you were born, and dad picked me up from school and told me that mom had a boy. I could not wait to meet little Noah.
Look how far we’ve come, I don’t hate you anymore! You are my best friend and I could not imagine my life without a little brother like you. You are wise beyond your years, quite possibly funnier than George Carlin, and nerdier than Chris Hardwick. We share many common interests but yet, we are so different. You probably know more about Star Wars than George Lucas does.
Although you are a weirdo teenager, sometimes I look at you and still picture the three year old you making stop-motion videos, the seven year old you that was the “Original Prankster” during an OM skit, or when you were only a couple months old when you laughed for the first time. Don’t forget, I was the first one to make you laugh!
You have grown into a smart, caring and funny “almost” man but no matter how old you get, just remember, I will be by your side through every step of the way. You and I have had some pretty interesting life events so far and I wouldn’t trade the fun memories for the world.
Love always,
Clarissa.
