Jeff wasn't sure what he was actually getting on the computer to do, but he was not expecting to see an email from his youngest sons Headmaster, especially so early in the new semester. Scrubbing a hand through his hair, the Tracy patriarch scrolled up and opened the message. He skimmed the words, reading the contents, and his eyes lit up.

Quickly leaning forward to push a few buttons to get the boys on the comm and John on the screen, Jeff filled them in. Told John to put Five on auto and to be prepared to come home.

Alan was going to be in for a huge surprise.

Alan Tracy stood behind the curtains, messing with the sleeve of his Track Letter Men, or his 'Nice business Casual Jacket ' that he had been told to wear for the assembly. Slightly pulling the curtains open, the youngest Tracy son gulped, he was just happy he had not told his family about this. It was bad enough that he had to read what was just originally meant to be an essay he had gotten for falling asleep in class to a crowd, but if he were to have to read it to his family, he didn't think he would be able to do it.

And then his eyes caught the platinum hair that only one person that he knew could have.

"Alan are you ready?"

The kind women had lead him through the curtain and his eyes were drawn in the direction he had seen the blonde hair, and he followed the blonde locks to the familiar face, and the familiar faces surrounding him. But it was too late to turn back now, he was being lead to the podium and a microphone attached to the podium was being bent to his level.

Alan took a long breath and pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. He smoothed out the worn piece of notebook paper and looked out across the audience.

"I'm not as good with speeches as my brother John is, or Scott, so I guess..Thanks..You know for this...I was also told that I had to read my essay..so..Here it goes"

He looked down, nerves getting to him for a moment, before he built up his courage and looked back up at the audience.

"When I was given this assignment, it was meant to be as a punishment for falling asleep in class. Again."

Cue laughter.

"And like any teenager, I moaned and groaned about not only getting caught sleeping in class but at having to write an essay because of it. But when I saw the prompt, I knew that it was probably the easiest thing that I would ever have to write about, and so I had went home for spring break and on the very last moment, took to writing.

I've never been as good at writing as most people, the words don't just come to me easily, but this was different."

Alan looked out at the crowd, his eyes landed on his fathers, and immediately he was staring down at his paper again.

"Write about yourself and your family, what you admire and how you feel. Write about you. The hardest part was the 'you' part. You see, being the youngest of five doesn't make it easy for me to voice my thoughts about myself because it can start to feel like your being drowned out. So I started with the feeling part of the prompt first"

He stared right back at his father, and he was shocked at the love that shone in his dad's eyes.

"A stranger is always automatically thought of being that of a person you don't know. Most people don't admit to feeling as if they were a stranger in their own home, but then again, I'm not like most people.

Being the son of a multi billionaire is great, but its not all its cracked up to be.

When I turned ten I started attending boarding schools away from my home, my family. I found my self growing up based on those around me and not based on those who were raising me. I also found that my brothers were growing too. When I had been a young kid, the closest brother to my age already being a teenager, also meant I was never short of beds to run to when ever I had a night mare.

I had always had a close relationship to my brothers, each for a different reason. And those relationships had weathered some great storms but had stayed strong, and then I got sent away to school. Never before had I ever thought that people who were once so close could grow so far apart. I had always felt that in some way, my brothers included me in their games because they pitied me being the youngest,"

He looked at each one of his brothers, sadness was there.

"But I could not have been more wrong."

He took a breath. Nerves.

"I was raised by my brothers. I am the outcome of mixing them all together. These things I share with them are things that I admire.

I admire my family.

In the dictionary, Admiration is 'something regarded as impressive or worthy of respect'. And I find myself looking at the many points that I use while looking at my family.

Love.

Loyalty.

Strength.

And Admiration.

But I find myself Admiring my family for different things.

Like my Brother John, I admire my brother John for his calm personality, his persistence, and his heart. I know it sounds a bit gushy, but its true. Before John was the man he was today, he was simply a star gazer who just so happened to be one of the cadets who might get the chance to get into NASA.

Not many people know this, but John was denied a position at NASA, not once but twice. They said that he was too skinny and ignorant. He was not good with computers and technology and he would never make it. But John didn't listen to them, none of them, and he studied and worked his ass off!"

There was another cue for laughter. People must find it funny when people say 'ass' in formal events.

"I remember there were times when I would video call my brother and only have been answered by chance when he had rolled over onto his keyboard after having fallen asleep on it the hour before.

John eventually, because he never listened to the doubters, became one of the best known Astro Authors of the century and a Computer Genius. I admire his determination and his persistence in following his dreams.

John is a Dreamer."

Even though he avoided looking at them, he knew that John was staring at him with wide eyes.

"And then there's Virgil. As long as I have known my brother, Virgil had always wanted to be a doctor. He was never very good at science, but he was good enough. When the time came that it really mattered, everyone told Virgil that he would never do it. He was dumb and stupid. He also had no talent and would never be an artist. Without it being voiced in words, people basically told him he was a waste of space.

I remember being all of the age of eight and waking up at night when our backdoor had opened suddenly, while not unusual to have some person returning late at night with a house full of teenagers, it was still something that made me get out of bed to go investigate. When I had finally reached the kitchen I remember seeing Virgil, eyes wide with alarm at being caught and by the baby of the family no less, with paint covering his face, skin, everything. Including some pricey med school books I might add.

After having escorted me back to bed and making me swear never to tell another living soul about him breaking curfew, I had asked him what he was doing and why he was so late. He simply shook his head with that annoyingly goofy smile and bid me a good night.

The following night, he had been late again, and caught by dad.

Being caught by dad was like being sent to death row."

More laughter. Alan looked up briefly, eyes locking with Virgil's for a single moment, he couldn't recall a time he had ever seen his brother's eyes so bright with..Love? Quickly snapping his gaze back down to his paper, man it was longer then he had remembered making it.

Alan took a breath and continued on.

"Dad had been furious, as expected, and Virgil had been grounded.

Not only a week later, the painting my brother Virgil had been working on had made it into the same gallery that his art teachers had told him he would never make it in to.

Not only had he met the expectations of his doubters, he surpassed them. By miles. Now he is not simply an artist, he is a renowned artist with work in most of the high end gallery's all across the world.

And to top it off, he had surpassed expectations in Med School too, he is not only our family doctor, but has made it to be in one of the top Medical journals in the country, three years running.

I admire his passion and his patience in perfecting his talents, for not believing in what others thought, but of what he thought of himself.

Virgil is an Artist."

He didn't look up that time, like he hadn't with John, and he didn't have to for him to know that his brother was still staring at him.

"It's not a secret that my oldest brother Scott did time in the service, Air Force to be exact.

When I had been younger, Scott had been Superman, invincible and unstoppable and in some ways he really is Superman. I like to think that Scott helped to really make me some of the person I am today, a only some though because as I said, all four of my brothers played a part in molding me.

However, what many do not know is that my brother Scott had an extreme fear of heights, like to the point where standing on the high dive made him quiver in his trunks. He made me promise never to tell anyone that, as it was embarrassing, sorry Scotty, guess the secrets out"

Everyone laughed at this, and much to Alan's shock, so had Scott.

"His goal, his dream at the time, was to be a pilot. When he told them this, when he had shown up, they had all laughed at him.

Come on, they had said, a kid with a fear of heights being a pilot.

But, Scott wouldn't take that. He wouldn't take no for an answer. He spent countless hours in routine flights, staring at the ground and out in front of him, the first time he had done this Scott had just about fainted. He tried hard and worked hard for what he wanted, never giving up or giving in, even when all odds were against him.

Sorry, that was meant to remain a secret too, I'm just not too good at keeping them I guess"

More laughter. Scott's eyes were shining.

"By the time Scott was to retire out of the service, not only had he been the top fighter pilot in his squad, but he had been discharged with the highest honors.

I admire his determination and his will.

Scott is a Believer."

He looked up this time, unlike it had been with Virgil and John, and shyly peaked a glance in Scott's general direction. He hadn't seen a smile on his brother's face that large since they had come home from London and had all survived.

"Then there's Gordon.

Gordy... Everyone in this room knows that my brother Gordon had been in that Hydrofoil accident, and how it nearly paralyzed him from the waist down. That had been a very trying time for my family, for Gordon, who had always been moving for as long as any of us can remember.

I still remember the look on his face when the doctors told him that according to his scans and charts, he would never walk again."

He didn't have to look up to know that Gordon had flinched at the memory.

"For most people it would have been a look of devastation, of a person whose life had just been torn to shreds, but not Gordy. The look that had come to my brother's face was one of a person who had just accepted the ultimate challenge. Even when it got to the point when my family had stopped believing in it, Gordon didn't, he worked hard.

He did everything humanly possible, to beat this challenge.

Don't get me wrong, there were days he simply wanted to throw in the towel and admit defeat but he wouldn't because that is not who Gordon is, every time that those days came he would always look over at me and with the brightest happiest smile I had ever seen would tell me 'I may have lost the battle, but I will not lose the war'. And he didn't.

2 and a half years later, to the day he had been admitted, we came to visit him expecting him to still be in bed or in a wheel chair. Gordon had met us half way down the hall, jumping, skipping, running. I had never seen him so happy before.

I admire him for his strength and his belief.

Gordon is a Fighter."

Gordon wiped a few stray tears, real live tears, away from his eye. Alan paused for a moment, looking straight at his dad.

"And then there's my dad.

When he was young and if someone were to tell him that he would have ended up raising five boys all on his own, he would have called them crazy.

About a month after I turned four, my family went on a skiing trip, the same trip that would make first page headlines.

The trip where my mother would die.

My dad had been devastated, my mom was the love of his life. He had been left with a hole in his person and five sons to raise all on his own. Most people would have given up, sent the kids to foster care and called in a day with a bottle of Jack, and I'm not gonna lie and say that my dad hadn't had help, my grandma had moved in to help dad look after us, but it was dad and dad alone who had raised us.

Dad stayed with us through everything. Explosions in chem labs, suspensions, expulsions, everything. He built up Tracy enterprises and started a foundation in my moms name.

And I guess what I admire most about my dad is that he never gave up, not once, through sun and storms, he stood by us no matter what.

My dad is my hero."

Alan avoided all eye contact.

"And I have never been ashamed to admit that I am so proud to be able to call them all my family, I don't know what I did to make it here but I'm gad I did it. We may not be perfect, but we are to me.

And that's all that matters."

He took a breath, there, he had done it. The audience clapped loudly, some people whistled.

Those some people were his family.

There had been silence as he stepped into the hotel room. Absolute silence.

Nobody moved, and then after a long moment Jeff moved forward, and slowly enveloped his youngest in a hug.

"Alan.."

Two more sets of arms wrapped around them, Alan looked up the best he could to come face to face with the goofy tie that Gordon held as he prized fancy possession. Another moment and two more sets joined them until they were a mass of large bodies.

Six men surrounding a small teenager.

Alan shifted a little, smelling the familiar aftershave that John wore from behind him.

"Thank you"

Nobody was sure who had said it, but it was thought by all.

Sorry for the long time! I hope you can forgive me, because of my longness I have two more chapters that will be posted up tomorrow!

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