Dear Baby Brother,
When I look at you, I see a beautiful boy. I see a boy with bright blue eyes, rugged brown hair that covers an intense mind and a body so small you look as though you could snap in two with a lift of a hand.  Although, you hate it when people call you small because you’re in middle school now and you are becoming a man.  But the point is: when I look at you in the quickest of glances I see a boy with a passion for video games and building trinkets. From toy guns to robotic hands you always had a knack for creating. God! How you always loved those little things you built.  You should be proud, they only begin to show your intellect.  
And this is my next point, I love talking to you. When I talk to you I hear of your dreams of MIT and work as an inventor, or an engineer,or a pioneer for the future. But baby brother I know he tells you to quit at your dreams because he said the same to me. He tells you go to LCCC, become a mechanic because it is close to what you like, but not really.  
Baby Brother, never forget the pure joy you feel every time you curate a new gadget or beat a level at one of those silly games. And ALWAYS remember that you are: so, much, more.
If there is one thing of me I wish for you to remember it is: to always show love. I know that with your mind you also have a heart, and I hope you follow it, never lose it. I know how harsh he can be, with a tongue almost as strong as his actions, everything cuts like knives. But while those daggers fly towards you, know your heart and love will protect you, even when I can’t. Remember the feeling of unconditional love, and the way it stays with you even when it is hard for you to catch your breath.
    I Love You,
        Your Big Sister.