When I was growing up I was very close to my sister. And my brother came along just before I turned five. He was a nuisance. Still is. Don't get me wrong, I love him dearly, but he was a
younger brother. I always wanted an older brother to protect me, entertain me, even torture me.





Avril is a very blessed little girl.
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That she is!
I must say, in retro-spect, I got everything I always wanted from my younger brother. He's a pretty cool guy.=)
I realized that this sounded like I didn't really appreciate him, but I do.
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