My little brother Billy is a miracle.
He really shouldn't be here, he weighed about as much as a can of pepsi when he was born nearly four and a half months early.
No one gave him much hope.
I was seven the first time I saw him, he was almost seven weeks, and still so tiny, so sick.
Now I'm fourteen and Billy is beating the odds.
Billy wasn't supposed to ever talk
Now you can't shut him up.
He wasn't supposed to do anything on his own, but Billy is determined.
Billy boy and I hang out all the time, I actually enjoy my little brothers company, he has a laugh that makes you want to laugh right along with him.
I love being Billy's big brother, some fourteen year old boys don't much like their kid brothers, but I do, Billy is a fighter always has been, I think he always will be.
Well Billy wants to go out and play, so I'm out of here.