The Life Of My Rother Marco
The Life of my Brother Marco
I have met many individuals throughout my life, but never had I met a person that has filled me with such pleasant memories but at the same time influenced my life as much as my best friend, my brother Marco has. Marco was a big person physically, but someone emotionally in tact with many, who cherished his life completely, had a big heart as he loved to help others, and who wasn’t afraid to live life everyday like it was his last. Little did I know that when I first met him as he held me in his arms when I was born on September 17, 1990 that I was staring at a Godlike figure, someone that would change my entire life by influencing and raising me, by giving me the father figure that I never had.
Marco began his life a happy person with a smile on his face ever since he took his first breath On October 12, 1986 in East Los Angeles at 5:05 am. He was rather small only being 18 inches. However that would all change as later on he grew to be 6 feet 8 and over 250 pounds. He had light caramel hazel eyes, pitch black spiky hair harder than porcupine spikes, pale peachy skin tone, and a wonderful smile with his straight white teeth that would light up the room as soon as he walked in. He had the body of a football
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player and not to mention a shoe size similar to Big Foot’s. He always smelled like a pile of fresh daisies and looked like a rose in the middle of spring. He had the posture and looks of an intimidating giant, but the heart of an angel, gentle and caring more about the well being of others rather than that of himself.
Many look back at Marco and state that he was friendly. As a matter of fact one day as I was sitting in dark brown benches in the middle of the night, raining cats and dogs and one of his friends told me “Marco was friendlier than Casper, the friendly ghost.” However this was true as he would love to make friends with anyone that crossed his way, even waving hello...
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