I wonder what it would be like to NOT have a family. It gives me the shivers
just thinking about it. My family is special to me because they're always there
when I need them, and I have my baby (contagiously funny) brother.
My family is always there for me. Sunday when my sister slammed my fingers in
the door and I screamed, my parents immediately came running.
"What! What happened? Are you OK?" my dad shouted.
"She slammed my fingers in the door," I whined.
Then my mother, who never lets us write, drink or color in her car, had no
problem letting me bring a full bag of ice in the car. (Just to let you know
we were going to Chili's. Great timing for fingers getting smashed, huh?)
My family took good care of me in my time of need and to me that makes them
special. Some kids'parents might just say "no screaming in the house".
Not mine.
Chase, my brother, is a hoot. If you're down in the dumps, he'll cheer you up
in no time. He probably can even make an elephant snort. I remember last
Wednesday I just got in a fight with my friend and I wasn't feeling too great.
Chase came tramping up to me and jumped on my back. (He is 21 months old and I
was sitting down).
"Go away, Chase," I said. That didn't satisfy him. He started to fake cry and
then giggled. I went to the TV room and watched MTV. He followed me. Chase
crawled on the couch next to me, scrunched up his face and said "I couldn't
help but laugh. I tickled his ribs and he made his adorable little chuckle.
As you can see, my little brother is very hysterical and good on getting you
out of the dumps.
I think my family is special in many ways. My family is always there for
me and I have the funniest little brother anyone can ask for.
