Angelic Little Gesture

"You are so beautiful and you don't even know it." He says to me, placing a hand over mine. A captured moment. Who could ask for a better little brother? Pity the girl who steals his affection from me. I will fight tooth and nail to be the apple of his eye, because somehow I am the coolest girl in the whole world in those perfectly blue eyes. There we are, sibling rivalry abandoned, sitting singing off key with the radio. His small and warm hand over mine in a protective way. Never will I require a man to give me affirmation of my beauty, because that job has been taken care of- not by anyone who wants to be mine. But by someone who is mine. He is my baby brother. I remember watching him sleep in his crib before he had the ability to remember. I remember his first smile, his first steps, his childhood fears. I have been with him in the sunlight and in the moonlight. I have given him cruelty and love, bashed him and comforted him. His pain is my pain, his joy is my joy. Never has any sister been more satisfied with the brother she was given. Short and scrawny with piercing blue eyes and a mischievous smile that lets you know that he did know that it was past his bed time- he was just evading it.