I'm Jealous.
Jealous of my beautiful girl.
I've always wanted a big brother... I'd would of even settled for a big sister. But a big brother, was always on top of my dream list.
And if I could have picked my big brother from any one, it would be my son Charlie.
Singing, rubbing her head, just letting her know that he is there for her by whispering in her ear.
That is the stuff dreams are made of.
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