I have seen my younger brothers grow up and the different personalities they have. I was 17 when my youngest brother Sawyer was born, so I was old enough to help my mother when she needed it. Sometimes I felt like an adult because I could actually do something useful for my mother after everything she did for me. I wasn't home much when Sawyer was little because I had school and a job. He's four now and super funny. He loves superheroes and running around all day. He is very similar to me with all his energy. He also loves animals like me and would always come to my room to play with my mice or guinea pigs. Sawyer sometimes even Face mine sometimes