To my brother, who came to our family when he was just a bundle of dark curly hair and big brown eyes. Who stared at the world around him in wonder of all the new things in his gaze. Who I held in my arms in happiness because I finally had the sibling I always wanted. Who I was ready to watch grow up and share my experiences with.
To my brother, who played dress up with me when I wanted a playmate. Who threw my doll down the stairs because he had a different version of princess fairy tales. Who loved playing with my friends because he liked hanging out with the girls. Who preferred being the villain in our stories since they could do what they wanted. Who we always had so much fun with.
To my brother, who holds the world of music in his hands. Who can pick up any instrument and instantly become a master. Who listens to a piece of music and understands the inner workings of the notes to make it flawless. Who is making the creation and performance of music his life.
To my brother, who became a part of our family the moment he entered the room. Who welcomes our friends in, as well. Who loves each of us even when we get angry or sad. Who we have helped through everything. Who has helped us through everything.
To my brother, who used to be smaller than me. Who I could pick up and carry around the house. Who I thought I could beat in a superhero fight because I was taller. Who outgrew his clothes faster than my mom could buy them. Who went through middle school and high school before I could say "Wishes."
To my brother, who is about to go on college tours. Who is thinking more about his future than who to play as next in Smite. Who is looking to his future. Who writes essays for applications and takes standardized tests for admission.
To my brother, who grew up before my eyes. Who I still believe is shorter than me even when he rests his arm on my head. Who I love with all my heart.