
When he was born I took in my arms every time and I like to walk around with him, one time when I had him in my arms, I started to quarrel with mi cousin and he falled, he started to cry and we gave a baby bottle and he was quiet, when he was a baby he was a very quiet baby, he didn't cry, he slept early, he ate all his food, and he was a good boy, untill he started to talk, and in this time I didn't want him near me, beacuse he ask all, he go out to the stret and scream me "Hemanita!" and all of my friends laugh of me, he had a high-pitched voice, because the boys change the voice when they grow, in this age we always fight, and I didn't gave affection for him, but I matured and we leave to fight. Now I really love my brother, and I give him so many things, I buy him video games or earphones every time, because he is very careless and breaks them often, he has bad marks in school, and I tell him every time that if he doesn't improve his marks I won't give him the video games that he wants, but in the end I always buy it for him, I don´t have a strong will when it is about him.
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