So I miss having a brother. Iwent to the doctor with Mom and him the other day, he had sme sores on his legs and butt. I didn't really pay attention, but the doctor said he should "Be more active." I totally agreed. I should have known that as soon as we got home things went right back to normal. He didn't even respond when I asked him to walk down to see if the new X-Men was in yet, he used to always do that eve if he had to rest halfway. I wonder if he could even make it down there now. He's got to be so out of shape. I can hearhim breathing at night through the wall, it doesn't sound right ot me, like the air can't get in or out very well. The other day I said that maybe I'd get a computer with my money when Mom let's me. I wanted to see if it would maybe get him talking about something with me. He took a breath and said the first words I heard from him in weeks, "Make sure you get a modem, then we'd be able to talk."