It was a Sunday night, 2:03 AM on January 18th 1995 that he was born. his name was Paul Julien Griffin. He was not that big of a baby, a normal size, average. But he himself was not average. He was unique, like every other person in the world.
He was brought home by his parents the next day, and immediately received every ounce of love and care from his new family. His sister, Anne, was super happy to have a younger brother and took the role in playing with him and making him happy. His mom immediately took care of his every need while his dad gave Paul and Paul's mom love and support.
Almost all of the family from either side sent letters and some brought food for a couple of weeks after his birthday. A few visited our newest addition, and everything was going perfectly.
Hi I know nobody or few will read this but I want to write this for my brother. I love you Paul
YOU ARE READING
The Butterfly
General FictionThis is just the story of my brother. I felt that he needed to be recognized for the amazing person that he was.
