My Life Of My Brother

thought of my brother, the first thing to come out of my mouth would be; my brother is the most annoying, naïve, misguided person I know. I realize that might sound mean, but it’s completely true. What I don’t tell people often however, is my little brother, Tre’von, is one of the biggest contributions to help me become the person I want to be in life. Unfortunately, being aware of my life goals and striving to achieve them, doesn’t help me and brother’s relationship or his personal life problems.

I was born on November 19th, 1995 in Peoria, Illinois. When I was born I had two older siblings, my sister’s name is Meagan and my brother’s name is Jake. A few years after I was born my younger brother was born on April 8th, 1997 and his name is Sean. We all lived in Illinois till I was second grade then we moved to Hillsboro, Tennessee. My older sister was 18 when we moved to Hillsboro so she just stayed in Illinois and lived with her friends and she still currently lives there. I went Hillsboro

started high school, my life changed forever. Of course it was for the better. I was blessed with sharing a life with my nephew. He showed me a way of life I never knew existed. My nephew, John, was two years old and he always spent a lot of time with us. He was at our house on a daily basis. Of course, he spent every weekend with us, too. His Dad, which is my brother, was in prison. His teenaged Mom, Alyse, was struggling as a single parent. She felt like she couldn’t give John the life he deserved. Alyse

that almost everyone who comes into our lives can teach us something. Even the smallest actions or words can be unforgettable lessons. Two very dear and special people have opened my eyes to see the world in ways I never thought possible. Their names are Damian and Darian, my little brothers. Before my brothers it was my 3 sisters Acacia, Alea, Kenna, and I. We were a tight knit group and got along for the most part. Our lives were full of tea parties and princess games, and it was almost as if

My brother is seven years younger to me. And as a little girl, no one waited for him, like I did. No one, not even my poor mother who carried him for 9 months. Every time my mother came back from her regular check-ups, I went straight to her bedroom and searched both sides of my mother. ‘Mommys always bring babies from hospital,’ my little mind thought. I paced around my mother’s bed, I used to be constant state of worry - ‘Where is my brother?’ There were days I blamed my mother, ‘She must be late

My brother is seven years younger to me. As a little girl, no one waited for him like I did. No one.. not even my poor mother who carried him for 9 months. Every time my mother came back from her regular checkups, I went straight to her bedroom and searched both sides of my mother. ‘Mommys always bring babies from the hospital,’ my little mind thought. I used to pace around my mother’s bed, I used to be in a constant state of worry - ‘Where is my brother?’ There were days I blamed my mother, ‘She

Out of all of my friends, teachers, and family that have helped push me in school, and have been there in my life, there is one person that really sticks out in my mind and has changed my life forever. My brother is the person that I think about when I think of someone who has really changed me and influenced the way I feel about school and about doing my work. My brother was always a good student in elementary school, but when he got to high school things started to go downhill. I never really cared

watched as my father pulled on the twelve gage three phase electrical wire protruding out of the electrical breaker box in my brother’s basement. It was a cold October evening, so I had decided to put on several layer of clothing to keep warm in that cold dark room. We had spent all day work in a cabinetry shop designing and building customs doors and cabinet that had a pretty good set of wood burning and electrical furnaces. Only to leave work at five p.m. to go and continue working on my brother’s

early years of my life I had no idea that my brother would make such a big impact on me and my life. He has taught me more than any teacher possible could. Through him I learned how to be compassionate. I learned how to treat each and every person with respect, despite what challenges they may face. He brought me into an amazing community that taught me numerous life lessons. He challenged me every step of the way, like any brother should, and altered the way I viewed the world. My brother has autism

" I shouted, racing outside to welcome my nephew who had driven across the country to visit us. After greeting him with hugs, we watched as Evan 's eyes took in our cabin, nestled in the woods. "So this is White Pines," he said. At that moment I wished I could crawl inside Evan 's head and see what his first impressions were. If I were a betting woman, I 'd bet my life that curiosity had forced my nephew into visiting. We 'd invited my brother 's family for a visit several times over