smileygirl120195

I'm at my home, watching my younger brother. I am sixteen, and he is two. I keep looking at him, and he is so beautiful, from the tips of his tiny toes, no larger than the tiniest of mine, to the smile on his face, ever so constant, reflected in his brilliant blue eyes. His laughs, giggles, and words can silence our house of 10. He has power over all of us, though he doesn't even realize it. It is that innocence of his that I respect and marvel at -envy even-  more than any other trait my brother possesses. I know youth brings innocence, but at what point do we lose our innocence? Is there a certain age? Or, an incident that must occur? Ther