I am 14 years old and in high school, yet still my little baby brother is my best friend.
Ever since the first day Felix arrived home we had a very special bond; an unbreakable bond. I don't care that Felix has Down Syndrome; it doesn't mean anything to me. He would be the same person no matter what.
I love Felix. I babysit him if Mum and Dad need to stop down at the supermarket to grab something in a hurry. I play games with him when he's bored and I give him lots of cuddles when he's sad. But I would do this no matter what. When the doctors said that Felix could die I cried more than I ever had before. I thought the scenario over in my head a thousand times and if Felix had died I think, most of all, I would feel lost and without purpose. What do big brothers want more than to protect their little ones?
Lately as Felix has learnt new things, I've felt like the proudest person ever. When he walks to me I always make sure to high-five him and cuddle him. Felix does this new thing where if I hug his little stuffed toy monkey he laughs and takes it from me, then he proceeds to do the same. It is the cutest thing ever. Felix's favorite game he plays with me is (if I were to give it a name), is 'Policemen'. I suppose it's as good a name as any.
This isn't even close to summing up how Felix has affected my life. The only thing I can add, without writing for years on end, would have to be that Felix changed my life. He changed all of my family's lives, and I know that it's definitely for the better.