My brother used to hug me everyday. He used to tell me how much he loved me. He called me his little Piglet because I had such I high voice and in the morning he would say, "Good Morning, Piglet! How’s Pooh?"
Have you ever loved someone like this? The way my brother loved me? There was nothing that I could give to him. I mean, I was just little. And he loved me so much. Did special things for me. Took me to parks and museums and was kind to me.
He taught me how to love someone. He loved me with no thought for himself. He forgave me so much.
When I was seven I broke his CD player. A six CD player and I accidently sat on that drawer thingy and snapped it right off. I was so scared I cried on the spot. I knew there was nothing I could do.
I wanted to tell my mom but she was always drunk on the sofa. She was always passed out or if she wasn’t passed out she was mean.
But my brother was kind and when he came home that day I said, "Robert, I was playing with your CD today and I broke it." I burst into tears. He hugged me. He was only eight years older then me and he hugged me. He was only fifteen years old and he didn’t think of how long it had taken him to save up the money to buy that CD player. He thought of me first. Someone else. Me.
This teaches me how to love more then anything else…
Yeah, I wanna see pictures of hot, naked chicks!
