It's my little brother's (I almost wrote "bother" by accident, but decided against leaving it, though it was a tough battle in my head for a few moments) birthday today!
He is sixteen. I don't suppose he is little by some standards, anymore, but he is little to me.
Don't mistake me: he is taller than I am. He is stronger than I am. His voice is lower than mine (good thing).
But, he is and always will be my little brother. The one who rants at me and waits for me to answer calmly, or to tell him he is a dork and shouldn't worry about such things.
He talks a lot. It fills in for the silence coming from me all the time.
Happy birthday, my dear little bro! Stop being a dork.
I second that motion.. :P
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