My Admiration

My admiration would be my brother, ian. he makes me want to be better because i know what its like to have a sucky sibling or family member and he deserves better. ian is a copier, he looks at what you do and does it. i dont want him to see me mess up and to see me fail and repeat so i try to not fail. i try to do good and not screw up. its hard but i do. when i first found out my mother was pergnant, i automatically thought of a crying baby all the time. but ian's not like that. i mean, he is a baby and he does cry but the look in his eyes when i walk into a room makes me so happy, its unreal. he is the defionition of perfection. he makes me a better person every day.