My Little Brother Angel
by Karina Corrales of Taft High School
The person I chose to be my hero is my one year old brother, Angel. He was born on October 13, 2005, the first time he arrived at the house from the hospital. The minute my Mom entered the house with him in arms, I felt chills all over my body because he was so small and I was scared to carry him. I didn’t want to hurt him. Before Angel was born, our family had many problems and some fights. But with his birth, everything changed because he brought back the light of happiness that my family had lost. He brought our family together as we had less arguments and fights about little things. My little brother means everything to me, my Mom used to think that I didn’t like him, but it’s the opposite, I love my little brother. If anything happens to him I would cry. I’ll defend him from anybody that would try to hurt him.
The name “ANGEL” explains everything; he’s a little ‘angelito del cielo’.
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