“Hurry, get Chase!” my mom squeals as my baby brother Chase
crawls toward her exercise bike. I think to myself, “Chase is my most important responsibility."
I have to make sure he doesn’t get hurt because I love him.”
“You can’t have that!” I tell Chase when he gets my folder for school.
I take it and sit on it. My 9-month old brother still pulls on
the folder with all his baby strength. He starts to cry so I let him have it.
I did not want him to suck on any papers because his tooth might bite off a corner
and then he would swallow it.
“Brandy, feed Chase,” my mom tells me. After I give him his bottle and cereal,
I have to do the dirty work (the pee and poop diapers). Euuuuuu!)
I love to love Chase and watch him grow to be a little man. It brightens my day
to see him smile like a star. His adorable face is “squeezable” and his
soft hair is “rubbable”. His laugh is contagious.
My brother is special and I’m glad he is my most important responsibility.
