“Helping My Brother,” Friend, Aug. 2001, 43
My brother Joseph had a stroke when he was a baby. He is really special. At school, he follows me, and I watch so that no one pushes him down. Then I walk him down the stairs to his classroom. The kids in his classroom help him out, too. He can’t read yet. He can count to about seven or eight. He doesn’t really know the alphabet. He needs help opening some things, so I open them. I help him a lot because I love him.