He's only little...you know?
Just a little kid. Kids are supposed to be goofy. They're designed to be innocent and fun. They don't have filters, or masks to hide behind because they’re just themselves.
My brother will always be a little kid...
In science they say that if you have less than or over 46 chromosomes you get a mutation gene...I'm not sure that is the word I’m looking for, but it really is the best way I can think of saying it.
They told my brother that in science class...told him that because he has autism that he was technically, a mutant.
But my brother Andrew didn't mind.
He didn't even blink an eye.
He just thought that that had meant that he was belonged to the X-men.
It's wrong to judge others by that...being "a mutant"...being different.
It's even worse when they judge their sister because they're brother isn't your average kid.
It's sickening...actually.
I was never popular in the first place... and it got even worse when they found out about my brother...
I remember that there was a time when I hated him...when I regret having him in my life...
I remember my brother crying when I and my mom went to pick him up from school late and screaming “I HATE YOU! YOU DON'T LOVE ME ANY MORE!!!"
I remember that no one was really there except this one kid who I knew...This one kid saw everything. And I mean everything. He just stood there, watching...intruding into my world...and then rode off as if nothing happened.
The next day people gave me these looks...I think I even heard one of them comment on how i'm "just like my brother...stupid".
But Andrew's not stupid...He's smart. And he loves to draw... And one of the things I love best about him is that he'll go out of his way to make you smile.
Life in Middle school was pretty terrible...but when I got to Junior High...everyone seemed to mature.
I don't get judged by Andrew anymore...he makes my life better.
I don't get judged by Andrew anymore...he makes my life better.
When I have friends over, they always ask how Andrew is...
I would never ask for a better brother.
He makes my life happy, and full of smiles and laughs....He makes my life Pretty.
I’ve broken through to the other side. I'm in the pretty. I'm confident. I'm happy...You should be to. With yourself...with your family, with everyone!!! And share this with your brother..or sister...Love your siblings. They're the only ones you get. They were made just for you, so don't take them for granted.
I am a Pretty Person because of my brother.
Someday.
Everyday.
Someday.
Everyday.
Jessicia Junqua, 14 years old. October 3, 2011.
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