Brother of mine,
Intro.
It was today exactly sixty years ago that my brother was born, on the 17th of the sixth month. As I remember well; I was only seven at the time, he was a very fascinating little creature. His piercing grey eyes, moved over the room, even thought he wasn't able to see properly yet, he was only a fresh born child.
Our father remarked this as first and seemed proud. Our mother hadn't much ear of her husband's theories, she was happy to see her son's beauty; and indeed he was a beautiful baby. His dark hair and curls made his bright eyes even cuter.
"How will you name the child, father?" I asked with my natural curiosity.
Father looked down at me with a proud smile, something I rarely saw on his face. He walked closer towards me and grabbed my shoulders in a fierce grip. I could feel he was beyond his normal emotions. "Mycroft, I and your mother are proud to welcome your newborn brother into this world; his name is William Sherlock Holmes to be exactly. You are now a responsible elder brother, and we hope you'll behave well towards Sherlock."
It was at that day, I had promised my parents to take care of my younger sibling. Our parents were very protective over us; perhaps it was a bit to exaggerate. Sherlock never understood, but I on the other hand did. I've seen my mother's and father's sadness since my mother's miscarriages, she lost two babies' before Sherlock was born.
The drama had changed them; I've known my parents as determined and cheering human beings. They were both passionate by life, their hobbies and their professions. This all had vanished fast and however I had good hopes everything would become normal now they finally had a child, but nothing was less true.
Sherlock Holmes and all used characters are (C) Arthur Canon Doyle
Used the birth date out of: [Sherlock Holmes The unauthorized Biography, Nick Rennison.]