The Gift of a Day, The Promise of Hope

I have a younger brother. He's now 21, but at one point he was 17, and wore hoodies, and snacked on Skittles just like Trayvon Martin. Being an older sibling is a very special role in one's life. I constantly "meddle" in my brother's affairs, wondering who he is dating, what classes he's taking, who… Continue reading The Gift of a Day, The Promise of Hope