This is about my cousin. Well my very first cousin I ever had. This isn't easy to talk about so let's get serious.
My cousin was born to my oldest aunt before me or my older sister were born. His name was Seth. Seth was born with a heart defect and many other problems. He never was able to walk, he couldn't talk, eat by himself, or really even close his mouth. But he was still so happy. He always sat in his special chair and listened to music, my aunt is a dance teacher. She would dance around with him. He live music. When I was little I didnt understand why he was different but learned that he was still special in his own way. Every time we would see him my aunt would be so happy and I would dance around to music. However all good things cannot last. My cousin was not even 10 when he lost his life.
Most of the doctors knew he wasn't going to live to be an adult but we were always hopeful. His condition wasn't good and he died in the hospital. My aunt was never the same. I was young and I didn't understand. But I do now and I wanted to share this story because it's important to me.
