When Sarah and I were still little children and you were born, Mom told us you'd be different. This memory is a vague one yet I remember the way you looked. You looked so peaceful sleeping. You were different, indeed. But I liked you the moment I saw you. I understood Down Syndrome but I never really cared. I finally had my baby brother :)

My classmates in third grade would laugh at mentally retarded children and holler 'mongoloyd' at them. I was so furious I stomped my way to their desks and said 'I have a baby brother who has Down Syndrome and his name is Jeremy. Being different is not a bad thing!' Then I'd cry to Mommy.

My parents once told me that when Jeremy's an adult, he may not be living with us anymore. He could be in a home for the elders or something. I cried so hard and promised that I'd find a husband who would accept Jeremy and he could live with us and stuff.

I didn't think I'd be able to write this on Thursday- I wouldn't possibly have time.

I know you can't read this and you don't know what a blog is but Jeremy, you've made me a better person and I love you very much.

Happy birthday :)



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