How Jerry's Sister Changed My Life

Little brothers were engineered to annoy their sibling; luckily for me my little brother kept that to a minimum. For me my little brother was my best friend. Jerry was always athletic; any sport he played, did he excelled in. His intelligence was enlightening. My favorite characteristics however, was his heart; his heart was full of love. Jerry always saw the beauty in people, and nature. Sadly, he never saw the beauty in himself. Jerrys teenage years were not easy. I always knew how important jerry was for me, however, I never realized how much he would change my life. By one thing he attempted when he was a teenager, I was never the same person-- he was never the same person.
When Jerry was born, I no longer needed an imaginary friend; I
Being as though our parents enrolled us in a small catholic school, it was rather easy for Jerrys teachers to track me down. Once he was old enough to get enrolled, he made a mark on school, and let’s just say they weren’t always great ones. Although jerry was smart, he always choose to make his life difficult. Going to grade school with jerry was an adventure, to say the least. During his rebel stage, he would forge our parent’s signature and get caught, he would constantly lie about missing homework. Jerry was great in many things, but lying wasn’t his “thing”. As some random points throughout the year my name would be called through the loud speaker about 6 times a day. This was Jerrys hardest stage, I never understood why? Was it the school, or did he just want attention? I never knew, but I did what I could to protect and defend him. A memorable period during my middle school stage, was when he “ran away”, during my sixth grade lunch period. Innocently eating lunch with my classmates, it wasn’t even ten minutes into my first bite of the delicious turkey sand which I had; I was rudely interrupted by: “Angelika Crespo, Sister Barbara would like to see you.” Immediately, I knew my sisterly duties were being called. I was then informed he ran away, and I was to go find him around the perimeter. It wasn’t till about 5 minutes that I see a little brown chubby hand
Which is why I choose to write this paper about Jerry. My hope for Jerry is that someday he sees himself the way I have always seen him: Handsome, Loving, and Extraordinary. He truly makes me proud every day. My hope for him is that he achieves absolute greatness and realizes his worth, because it’s grand. I hope that he enriches the lives of kids that have suffered much life himself. I hope that when he feels sad, he thinks back on the bagel bite fight. Everything I hope for jerry-¬¬--from the good and the bad---I hope he will see them