This week, my baby-est brother graduated from high school. Being that I was 8 years old when this terd was born, I have always viewed him as nothing other than the baby that I always had to take care of and protect. Because he was the youngest of 4 siblings, he definitely had his fair share of being picked on. We bullied him, (mostly out of love) constantly busted on him, and kept his skin thick. So thick, that his attitude towards others, (particularly classmates) became very carefree and he never let anyone hurt his spirit. He marched to the beat of his own drum and snubbed anyone who tried. With 3 older siblings, who always kept it real with him- anything that anyone else said was pish posh to him. He is friends with all the souls. No matter their “clique” he, is your friend and he’ll kick it with anyone, regardless of what anyone thinks. I admire this so much about him. Growing up, he made me nervous with his adventurous attitude and carefree soul. We always got along fairly well, as there isn’t much to disagree on with our age and gender difference. So, I have always felt that my responsibility and role in his life was to be his big sister, to always love him, keep him safe, and be his biggest fan. Of the 4 of us kids, he’s the last to walk the field of our hometown high school, the last to run a touchdown, the last to dunk his basketball, the last swing his bat on the sports fields of Hammonton High. And it was my last hurrah, last cheer, and last clap for my youngest sibling receiving his diploma. Needless to say, this day was more bitter than sweet for me. I will miss the memories we’ve made cheering on Reynold John. With every life chapter that closes and every new one that opens, you will forever be my baby-est brother. And no matter how old you get, I won’t ever let you forget it. I am so proud of who you have become. Don’t ever change who you are. Love you long time, forever and always, my sweet baby brother.
Congrats to the graduating class of 2018!
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