You were the youngest Hughes sibling. Your brothers, Jack, Quinn, and Luke, were your brothers, and you admired them. They were your big brothers. It was natural to admire your older siblings.

It was Christmas of 2012. Quinn was 13. Jack was 11. Luke was 9. You were 5. You and Luke, what woke up to hear Jack high pitch yelling with Quinn looking down at his hand, eyes wide as he was staring at the braces he had ripped out of Jack's mouth.

Luke saw this, and his eyes widened as he immediately shouted for Jim and Ellen, aka your guys' parents.

You walked over to Quinn, tilting your head. In your five-year-old mind, you had no idea what braces looked like. Jack was sitting on a chair, still crying as he was holding a washcloth to his mouth so the blood wouldn't drip on the floor.

Ellen and Jim came out immediately and dealt with Jack. Luke and you watched while Quinn just stood there, staring at his hand that had Jack's braces.