January 15, 2013

The beginnings of a teenage boy

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I can’t believe it. My brother turned 13 years old yesterday… It’s kind of a big deal for me. My baby brother, Ivan, and I have a bond that goes beyond the typical brother and sister relationship. As weird as this is going to sound, it feels like he is my own child (that sounded less creepy in my head). Since the day my Mother brought Ivan home, he was my life size, life like baby doll. I was a eager 12 years old little girl who wanted to help her mother with anything that had to do with the baby. I did everything from changing his diaper, gave him a bath, fed him his first cup of rice, picked him up from day care and even witness his first steps.

But now, things have changed. Dramatically. Now he tells me I am messing up his swag… what does that even mean!? And sometimes, he says he can’t go anywhere in public with me… Sorry you have a outspoken, silly-no-matter-where-I-go kind of sister! Even worse of them all, he’s too big for sleep overs! Ugh! Doesn’t he understand I have a big living room? So much room for activities!

Just know this, Ivan, no matter how deep your voice gets, or how much hair is growing on your chest, even if you surpass my height, you will forever and always be my Pooky. When you’re 13, 20, even 40.¬†Happy Birthday baby brother! I love you!

P.S. I am patiently waiting for your first girlfriend, mwahahaha!

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