Olivia's POV:
Michael, my brother he's 11 years old. When I talk about him he sounds normal, when I describe him he's not...

   Michael was born with a facial deformity, treacher Collins syndrome to be exact. His face wasn't placed properly, as if his bones had melted away. His left eye is down by his cheek his right eye where a normal eye is a little lazy. His ears are folded so it's hard for him to hear.

    His syndrome does not define who he is. Michael is a incredibly sweet, amazing boy who loves Star Wars, and drawing.

    Micheal is the sun. My mom and dad and I are the planets revolving around him.

   My mother and father have always been incredibly busy with Michael so I have learned not to try and ask for something when Michael is still being aided. I've learned to study in hospital rooms, or I've learned how to make friends and socialize, my entire life I've been

Oliva, the girl who's brother has a deformity

  My mother is an artist of course she stopped when she had Michael because he needed all her attention. She always draws Michael as a Jedi or a future artist. She has a great eye.. I wish she would use that eye to see my like she sees Michael.

    My father is a lawyer gone a lot. I wish I could see him. When he's home it kind of feels like there's a stranger living in my house. My dad makes all of our money he brings home the big bucks.

     I had my grandmother. She made me feel like the only girl in the world. She told me that she would be my guardian angel, and my guide. She died at age 63 due to car crash. I cried for weeks. I felt alone.

    I am now 16 and I go to a private catholic school and tomorrow I have to shadow a new public school