I was the youngest of are parents and what you would call the hell raiser. My brother on the other hand was 2 years older then me and he was the one that always try to smooth over my stupidity. This past 6 months I've been taking collage course of all things becoming a Case Worker for the Welfare for children that needed some one. All tell you about my life its not pretty my past was bad and the pain i dragged my brother threw was something i want to take back if i could. I was 2 when my mother died I was in the room and i started crying i remember it cause the little i do of my mom is she was always warm and loving but that morning dad had gone to work and i went to see mom she was cold to the touch and here came Woody and he was shaking and finally the lady that came to stay the day when dad was at work came and she rushed us both out and thats all I can remember there. I was a trouble maker that was for sure and Woody had taken the part of Mom you could say trying to comfort me and he had a soft spot that i used so much. I didn't miss mom like Woody did he was older he got to know mom i was jealous of his memory of mom and I'm not sure maybe thats why I treated him like i did. When I was 14 some cops came to the house and told us that dad had been shot in the back. I couldn't go see him I mean dad was trying to make us men the day mom died trying to make us thought he loved us so much but he handled it wrong i hated him at the time i wasn't thinking. Woody came home 2 days later from the hospital and i could see it Woody just looked at me and held me will I cry we had no parents know just each other. So Woody raised me got work and the house we had belonged to us from are dads death. Woody raised me from then he did over do it i well say that but maybe it was a good thing. I got hooked on drugs and that was bad but Woody was there all the way i mean all the way we went threw a real rough time i was always oweing money and leaning on him cause i knew he took dads and moms place and i meant the world to my brother. He got me threw it thow i know before i went back to collage will he is in Boston he thinks im still in to shit. I mean he has reason belive me but I'm off it I'm turning a good leaf i don't have a record cause of him so i can do this work for the children make sure they have a safe place to live. But I've graduated know and Boston welfare office has taken me in to work with them and Woody is proud of me but i half to gain his trust as well.