Justin

My brother is 17... I was browsing his myspace page and it said he was 17 years old. No way. I remember the first day I saw him. I sat in a chair at the hospital and held him. I see his face clearly in my mind, like my brain knew this was a special moment and snapped a picture. I was 5 yrs old. From that day forward, he was a hellion... I remember feeding him bottles. I remember the 5 yr old boy who would beg me to sleep with him at night because he was scared. I remember the 7 yr old boy who didn't want me in his room without "permission". The 9 yr old boy who listened to me talk on and on about a boy named Chase. The 13 yr old who refused to wear a coat to school in 30 degree weather because he would have to keep up with it all day. I'm not so sure he remembers the name-calling and hair pulling, evening basketball games, neighborhood softball, riding our bikes together, allies in thinking out parents were crazy .. But I do. I don't have any of his baby pics on my computer to share. But I do have pictures of the man he has become. Meet Justin.