Memory: My happiest memory would be when I first held my little brother when I was 10. I hadn't been too amused at the idea of gaining a step brother but he was so small and innocent and totally content in my arms. I wasn't having a great time of it at the time and my health was in a terrible place but when I held him I felt truly happy for the first time in months. I was content and for a short time wasn't worrying about anything. I know I was ten but even then I worried a lot and I'm diabetic so my health worries were a lot for my little ten year old self to deal with.
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