My little brother, Tomas, is in Iraq. Tomas is like noone I know, and I'm not just saying this because he's my brother. He's always had a big heart. When he was in elementry, he's teacher gave him candy, and he would not open it until he got home. He would then share his little candy with all his siblings, all 8 of us. He's always gone all out for Christmas presents from digital cameras to I-pods. He's the clown of the family, always pulling pranks (AND most of the time his accomplice is my mother). Although, he's 6 years younger than me, Tomas is also good at giving me guy advice. Most people don't see it but behind that clown, he is a sensitive and caring man. He's a good brother, son and friend. I'm writing this because I miss him so much and I must admit, I get a little scared. Please pray for my little brother.
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Tomas is such a funny character...and like you said, with a big heart! I won't forget the last time I saw him at your dad's coleadero, when he told us bye he said he loved us! I know he is loving with all of you, but hey, I'm his older cousin! I admit, I was surprised but it melted my heart hearing it from him!
We are praying for Tomasito! (Tomasito, is what my Mom calls him.)
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