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Taylor Barbato
Frances Charteris
WRTG 1150
September 2, 2013
Dear
Mikey
I remember the
first bubble bath we took together. I was probably only 5, you only 2. The memory seems more vivid with the awfully
embarrassing pictures mom keeps sitting out on the counter. Seems like just
yesterday we were in that small, big at the time, yellow wood house on the top
of the hill in the suburbs of the Springs. Sunday mornings we’d wake up and
rummage through those obnoxious Wal-Mart adds to show mom and dad what we so
desperately “needed”; most times you were only in a Blue’s Clue’s pull-up. I
remember going to my 4th grade sock-hop at Antelope Trails and you
were by far the cutest kid there. But lets be real, the only reason for that
was because my inner beautician came out and you ended up looking like Danny
from Grease. You rocked the limbo bar that night. And should’ve got the award
for the lady killer.
Do you remember
your first baseball game? Football game? I do. I couldn’t help but to get
nervous when you went up to the plate to hit; when the ball would be snapped to
you. You never missed one of my games; soccer or even basketball. No one could
ever ask for a better fan. Someone to support them in their every move. You
were always there. Athletics had been such an imperative part of your life and
created the amazing man that resides inside you today.
Our age gap became
a barrier in our relationship as we grew up but I could see it gently
diminished the past six to eight months. Who would’ve imagined that you would
end up being my best friend after this summer? I didn’t, but I couldn’t be
happier that it did. Somewhere I feel a sense of loss, but deep down I feel
happiness. Because you happen to be my best friend and brother, there is most
definitely a hopeless sense of heartbreak that transpires when I move one
hundred miles way. Moving into such an
important part of your adolescence, I want to be there to share every moment
with you. Nonetheless, I am so overjoyed with happiness when I ponder upon the
hundreds of life changing memories you’ll make in the next few year.
It’s now 2013 and
I’ve moved on to such an intricate part of my life. You’re still at home in
that stuffy little house and off I went to study in the most beautiful cities
in the world. It seems like just yesterday that you started your first day of
kindergarten, and this year you’re starting your first of four years in high
school. I can picture you walking through school with that oversized backpack
that doesn’t seem to fit you, mindlessly wearing your half-calves too high, and
quietly watching others as you make your way to your next class. I’m hopeful
you will cherish every minute of these next years because they mean so much.
You’ll hate mom when she constantly lectures you to make sure and get good
grades and to get involved, but listen to her; she knows what she is talking
about. I would’ve never been so comfortable with who I was, or have become the
person I did if it wasn’t for high school. Mikey, if you’re willing to be
outgoing and optimistic as you grow these next few years, you’ll grow into a
successful young man that you have been striving for the past 15 years.
Mikey, you’ll
never understand how quick you grow up until it happens, so treasure it. You’ll
wish it would all come back to you. That little energetic kid will always
reside somewhere inside of you, you may just have to dig deep to find when you
are all grown up. I’d do anything to share your last few childhood years with
you, but for now, I’ll admire you from afar. Good luck little brother, and
forever stay a kid at heart.
Love always,
Tay
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