Mastin Michael

Mastin has been part of my life for the past 7 years. He is now as of last month my little brother. He is 12 years old and a pain in my ass. But I love him. My brother is a nerd and loves Star Wars and used to try and teach me the names of all the characters on the Clone Wars tv series. He even once made me watch a whole season with him. It ended with me on my phone and him telling me all the “cool” things that they could do. Since then my baby brother has grown up. He is going into 7^th grade and stands almost as tall as me. My little brother means the most to me. He is my little hero. When I was going through a hard time my sophomore year he was there for me. Watching movies or even coloring with me. He was my rock all through high school and if it wasn’t for him I definitely wouldn’t be in college right now. I think that is the fact that I make sure I am at all of his sporting events because he was there for me in ways he didn’t understand when he was 9. There was one time that I will never forget. I am afraid of thunderstorms. LIVE VERY AFRAID. He knows that and he knew it was going to start storming and he came into my room and watched a movie with me to make sure I was ok. My brother cares for everyone except himself. That is why my little, 12 year old, 7 grade, almost as tall as me, brother is my mini hero.