Billy

Growing up with my little brother Billy was an adventure—sometimes a painful one! From the time he could walk, he had an uncanny talent for hitting targets. Whether it was with a rock, a slingshot, or his trusty BB gun, Billy had the precision of a seasoned marksman. The outdoors was his hunting ground, and if you weren’t careful, you might just find yourself dodging an unexpected airborne plum.

Now that we’re grown, the battles have changed. Instead of flying projectiles, Billy now launches something even more powerful—his hugs. Every time we get together, he wraps me in a big, warm embrace. He probably has no idea how much those hugs mean to me, but they melt my heart every single time.

Billy may always be the sharpshooter of the family, but to me, he’ll always be my little brother first. And no matter how many plums he throws, I wouldn’t trade him for the world.