That little dwarf.

Remember when I said I had a beautiful growing family, a couple of posts back? Well, I meant my mom was pregnant. Yes, was. She's given birth to a beautiful baby boy named Hector. He's the cutest living creature on this side of the world, and probably the other.
I bring up the subject of the birth of my brother because thanks to him I'm happy right now, and I have the certainty, for the first time, that this happiness is going to last. Now I have something to live for. I want to be someone he can look up to, he can always talk to and count on, I want to be the one he wants to sleep with when he wakes up at 2 a.m after a terrifying nightmare, someone he can ask anything and trust to have the answers he's looking for, I want to teach him to love rock n' roll and all sorts of good music, I want to make him a guy with curiosity for the world (but not too much, just enough), I want to protect him, to make him feel as special as he is. That way I'll thank him for making me the luckiest big sister on the universe, and for saving me from myself. I never thought he would be the one to do it, but things couldn't have turned out better. In the end, yes, things have gotten better. So much better. And living to see it through has finally turned out to be worth it. So, so very much worth it.