I decided to write this book in memory of my brother, Spencer. He was my hero, he gave me what I never had for 6 years until he was born, a brother.

He died 96 minutes after he was born, he would've already been dead if we didn't have such helpful doctors so thanks so much to the amazing doctors that make kid's dreams come true.

Spencer was born on October 12 2017. He is 2 years old right now in 2020, and I'm 9 years old so I've been without him for 3 whole years but my family Is doing foster care for a three year old boy named Jason and a four year old girl named Harlow they were really annoying and I thought that if Spencer was still alive I thought he wouldn't be annoying but my parents said that he would be as annoying as Harlow and Jason.

And I've seen enough babies to know that's not true, but probably it's just a faze some toddlers go through oh I forgot to mention Jason has a lot of nicknames because his dad is named Jason too.

Okay enough about Harlow and Jason.Lets talk about how Spencer died. Spencer had an extra 18th chromosome witch is called Trisomy 18 and not a lot of kids live from it.