My baby brother

You are the very first memory of my life. I was 4 years old. I remember so well the day Mom brought you home from the hospital after you were born. You were so cute and little. (what happened?) You were bald then too. I remember when you were a year old and sitting in the chair. I tried to pull you out of it because I wanted to play with you. I took your hands to pull you up and pulled your arm out of place. You cried so hard cause you hurt so much. I felt so horrible, even at the age of 5. I didn't want to hurt you, I only wanted to play with you. As we grew up we had the usual sibling bickering. You could be such a pain (haha). But always you have been my baby brother and I have loved you very much. I know I don't say it and probably don't show it. But it is there. The place in my heart for my baby brother, for the first memory of my life. The horror of this terrible disease that you are dealing with, through no fault of your own, is with me every minute of every day. It is not fair! It makes me angry! It hurts me to know that you are hurting. I pray daily for the miracle of a liver donor for you so that you can live a normal life again. You have so much to give. Your strong faith in God is an inspiration to so many and I believe and know that God uses His children in many different ways to minister to others and to lead the lost to His salvation. I am so very proud of you and the wonderful man that you have become. May God bless you and Nina with many, many more happy years together. I love you little brother.