I Believe In Matthew
I believe in Matthew. I look at everyone and no one’s like him. He’s unique in many different ways; that’s why I look up to him as my older cousin. Since the day my mom had gotten pregnant with me, he was excited for me to be born, but when I was, it wasn’t what he had expected. He expected me to be born and be ready to walk and talk just like he could. You see, he was four years old when I was born. As a little girl I can still remember waiting for him to come home from school.
Currently I’m thirteen and he’s seventeen; he’s a junior in high school and I’m in the seventh grade. The reason why I look up to him is because he’s always done well in school; he’s recognized in our family as a good kid. He hardly ever disappoints anyone, and he’s always very respectful to everyone. Not too long ago he was entered in Las Cruces Top Teens, which is where teens get recognized for good grades, good behavior, etc. He had to write and recite a big speech about his family and his goals in life. I can remember he was so nervous about getting up on stage, but he sucked it up and got on stage and did it perfectly. Everyone was so proud of him, even me.
I think we look at each other as I’m his little sister and he’s my older brother because we were typically raised together. While our parents were at work, our grandma took care of us. Even today, we always look out for each other and we can tell when something’s wrong with one another. We’ve pretty much have done everything together, and now he drives so it’s even easier for us to hang out. Sometimes I wish we could go back when we were younger when we really didn’t know what we were doing and we could just laugh about the dumbest things. We still laugh about dumb things, but it’s not the same. Maybe that’s why they call the things you remember in the past your memories. And when I think about them, I can’t remember one when I wasn’t with him.
I’ve never told him that I looked up to him as my older cousin; I knew I always did, but I never really thought about telling him, but I think this is a good way to tell him. If you admire someone, you should go ahead and tell them; after all, people never receive flowers while they can still smell them.
This is why I believe in Matthew.
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