People say that every child goes through the “terrible two” stage. Making a mess, pouting, and having devilish characteristics are all parts of growing up. Many of these stereotypes were subsided when a little boy, by the name of Jace, entered this world. Ever since he was born, our family knew he was not like any other infant. He only cried when he was very hungry or needed a diaper change; there was no crying for attention or to be held, he was content wherever he was. Only a few weeks after coming home from the hospital, he even slept soundly through the night, which everyone in the house appreciated. It was not just his actions that made him special, his heart gave the extra spark. Many qualities including his compassion for others, his …show more content…
His dirty blond locks of hair fall perfectly along his head, curling ever so slightly to frame his face, rosy cheeks plump with baby fat that has yet to shimmy off. Glowing under the light, his soft skin is nothing short of flawless. His bronze summer tan gives him the appearance of a California beach boy. Our appearance may look nothing alike, but the bond we share is an untwinable knot. I have never loved someone as deeply and pure as I love him. Even being thirteen years apart, we can sense when the other needs something, even if it is simply just a hug. Whenever I come home from school or sports and I am not feeling like myself, tired and frustrated, he is the first to run up to me, wrap his tiny arms around my neck and say, “I love you sissy.” The warmth of his warm body radiates onto mine, his petite fingers brushing against my neck. In that moment nothing else matters. My night is never a bad one with him around. Most teenagers head to their rooms and toon out after dinner but when his big, blue eyes meet mine and he asks, “Sissy can we go play?” heading to my room is the last idea on my mind. My heart fills up with warmth and love whenever I hear those four sweet words, knowing that he means every single one of them. Fear of what others may think does not sway the way his love spreads like wildfire. “You are my best friend,” is the phrase Jace uses, even to a stranger, to inject even the slightest bit of happiness into an empty