Niece – No Prose Here

If it wasn’t for the fact that I’d be breaking my little anonymity that I am so proud of . . that is only really a false shroud because one of the two people that reads this knows who I am, and the other . . . well, I’m still anonymous there.    What I was getting at though, is that I would post pictures, but I’ll keep my anonymity here because I started that way.

She’s such a beautiful thing though, despite being born to two people who are still children though.    I had intended to stay out of her life, but then I held her for an hour and looked down at that face.    That wrinkled little face, no baby’s definitely aren’t beautiful in the sense that most people would attribute to the word.    I’ll definitely never forget the first time I saw her though, so she’s one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.         She was so quiet, so calm.    My brother needs to grow up, hopefully this will shock him into it, but I can’t leave that poor little girl to have whatever comes to her until that point.      I’ll be a good uncle, but I won’t be like my family.      I’ll find that balance in between my father’s family and my mother’s.  

I’d kill for that little girl, and I’ve only held her once.    This is one of the few times I’ve felt that tug of family so strongly, she is family.    I’ll protect her, from this world.      I’ll -make- my brother grow up, force him to.    Him and that girlfriend of his, they need to get their acts together.   They have a baby now.      Someone who needs them to be adults, to be her parents, because I’m not going to take care of her for them.     I’ll shock it into them if I have to, but it’s going to happen.