Dearest little bro,
First of all, thank you for being born. My God, you were cute AF. I had so much pride in
f i n a l l y becoming a big sister when I was five.
Thank you for pestering me when we were growing up. Although I might have gained a door with countless scratch marks on it, a broken pinkie finger, and a few little scars, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. If I didn’t have someone bother me like you did, I wouldn’t be able to handle small annoyances thrown my way throughout life.
Thank you for being a boy. I’m unsure if I could have turned out even more girly than I already am. But thanks to you, I have an appreciation for hot wheels and hulk gloves, and have pretty decent skills in Xbox.
Thank you for dealing with me during my teenage years. I know I was truly a b*tch at times (and still can be). My nagging and invasive questions are honestly just to show I care.
Thank you for showing me new music, bands, and songs. You’ve introduced me to some of my favorite artists, which to me, means everything.
Thank you for being you: a strong student, a kid who stays out of trouble, and a talented musician. I know we are worlds different, but that makes our relationship all the more unique.
I don’t express it enough, but I love you. And I’m so proud of the young man you’re becoming. Keep doin’ you.
(and all the proud older sistahs out there)