J is for Jaime, my little brother.
By little, of course, I mean that he was born several years after me, as he is now a good foot taller than I am. I still weigh more than him, though, as he is closely related to spaghetti, so good old inertia is still on my side if we wrestle.
My much awaited little brother was born when I was nearly 8. I had wanted a little sibling for years, as most of my friends had some, but that was when it suited my parents best. There were, of course, times when I really hated ever wishing one, as everything was centred about him!
Here is my little brother when he was exactly one month old. Only one month to the day, don't get distracted by the hair. We were both born with that much hair, and it didn't fall off, not a single one of them. We have always been weird.
For many years, my mental image of Jaime was that of a 9 year old child, as that was his age when I left home. However, he is now 17. In the last year of so, as he enters the last years of teenagehood, we are starting to have more and more things in common. Instead of short "How are you? Fine, you? Fine" conversations, we now chat about things we both like, mainly video games, movies, science fiction and the internet. And I love being able to talk to him on the same level as to a friend!
Jaime will go to university next year, to study Computer Science. He is now finishing his exams, and getting ready to apply to university. I wish him the best of luck on his exams and university applications.