"You're still a crybaby.” I heard a voice, and my attention was immediately drawn to the door.
"Louis!" I gasped, almost not recognizing his face. He seemed so different from the tall, skinny boy I once knew. The slim arms had been replaced by muscles, and the boyish charm had transformed into a manliness that could make girls weak in the knees.
Tears welled in my eyes, and my lips quivered with emotion. "I never thought a moment like this would ever come," I sniffled.
"Have I told you that you look ugly when you cry?" It was David, my youngest brother, with whom I was close but didn't get along so well because he never wanted to play with me when we were kids.
David and I, being close in age, often ended up spending a lot of time together in the house. Whenever we got into arguments,
