Eleven

Today my little brother is 11 years old. I still remember the day he was born. I was 14 years old, sitting lazily in my last period science class when the monitor showed up with the  little blue slip stating my father's arrival to pick me up. I instantly knew what had happened. I remember the first time I held him, the way his small body snuggled close to my heart and he peeked at me sleepily. From that moment on, I knew that my life has changed for the better.