Big Brother
On December 2004 I became a big brother
Therefore, I had to start helping my mother.
Always changing diapers and making bottles,
It was crazy, making my head bobble.
The following year I had two
Having the smell of double the poo.
As they started school, I watched them grow
I am blessed to be their big bro.
As I'm heading off to college,
Little bros, now it's your turn to take out the garbage.
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