AN- this is all from my imagination. I actually had to come up with Liu's age in my head. It's a collection of little shorts from Jeff and Liu's relationship from Liu's birth until Liu died.
Day One
At first, Jeff didn't understand why he had to stay at Aunt Jenny and Uncle Mike's house for the day. He didn't understand why his daddy was frantic, or his mommy missing. He asked Aunt Jenny, who said that his mother was about to have his little brother or sister!
Jeff still didn't quite get it (he was only two, after all) and stared at her, blankly.
All confusion cleared with the arrival of mommy, daddy, and a lot of baby blankets.
The little boy stared at his new brother. A brand new person! Even if it looked a little weird...
"What's his name?" Aunt Jenny whispered, obviously excited.
"Liu. His name is Liu," Margaret said, sounding releaved and exaughsted.
"Liu," Jeff echoed. The small boy's blue eyes were wide with amazement. THIS PERSON had been in his mommy's tummy? How did Liu get out of her tummy? He remembered that his parents had said that HE had been in her stomach. Did that mean he was once this small, too?
"Jeff? Would you like to hold your brother?" his father asked, gently.
Jeff gave a sort of squeal, and nodded quickly, eyes bright.
"Okay, sit down, and we'll put him in your lap," his mother murmured.
Jeff sat on the couch, his legs straight out in front of him. His mother carefully put Liu in his lap, holding him slightly so the baby wouldn't fall.
Jeff (after fifteen minutes) noticed something.
"Does Liu move?" Jeff asked. The baby had done nothing to indicate life.
His mother chuckled and nodded.
"He'll move more when he's older."
Jeff knew he was in for quite an adventure.
Year 1
Liu babbled as his mother tried to get him to eat some of his cereal. He banged his orange plastic spoon on the tray of his hichair.
"Come on, Liu, yummy cereal!" his mother groaned, showing him the food.
"No!" Liu giggled as he continued to bang on his hichair and squeal.
"Mommy, I finished my lunch," Jeff said, trying to put his plate in the sink without breaking it. He was beginning to break things more and more.
"Okay, sweetie, just put the plate in the sink," his mother sighed, trying for the umpteenth time to get the cereal into Liu's moth and not on the floor.
Liu saw Jeff and quieted, staring at his older brother.
"Jeff, would you like to try getting him to eat?" his mother asked.
"Yes!" Jeff squealed. He NEVER got to do anything with the baby!
Jeff took some cereal on the spoon, and nearly shoved it into Liu's mouth.
It didn't come out onto Liu's bib. It didn't wind up on the floor.
Liu SWALLOWED IT.
Their mother sighed as Jeff continued to feed his brother.
"Told ya I could help!" Jeff laughed. Liu followed suit, reaching out and grabbed a tiny fistful of Jeff's brown hair.
"AHK!" Jeff yelped, holding up the spoon as though to hit his baby brother with it.
"JEFF! No!" His mother scolded.
"But, Mommy! He pulled my hair and that hurt!" Jeff whined.
"He's a baby, he doesn't know any better," his mother kissed the spot that hair had been pulled.
"Sarree Jeff!" Liu mimicked what his mother would sometimes say to his brother.
"Mommy, did you hear that?! He said 'Jeff' and 'Sorry'!" Jeff squealed.
And that was Liu's first sentence.
Year 2
"Jeff!" Liu yelled, running after his brother as fast as a two year old could run.
Jeff giggled and hid behind a tree. Liu would be confused, and then Jeff would win their game.
"Jeff?" Liu whimpered, afraid that he had lost his brother, "Jeff?!"
AN- this is all from my imagination. I actually had to come up with Liu's age in my head. It's a collection of little shorts from Jeff and Liu's relationship from Liu's birth until Liu died.
Day One
At first, Jeff didn't understand why he had to stay at Aunt Jenny and Uncle Mike's house for the day. He didn't understand why his daddy was frantic, or his mommy missing. He asked Aunt Jenny, who said that his mother was about to have his little brother or sister!
Jeff still didn't quite get it (he was only two, after all) and stared at her, blankly.
All confusion cleared with the arrival of mommy, daddy, and a lot of baby blankets.
The little boy stared at his new brother. A brand new person! Even if it looked a little weird...
"What's his name?" Aunt Jenny whispered, obviously excited.
"Liu. His name is Liu," Margaret said, sounding releaved and exaughsted.
"Liu," Jeff echoed. The small boy's blue eyes were wide with amazement. THIS PERSON had been in his mommy's tummy? How did Liu get out of her tummy? He remembered that his parents had said that HE had been in her stomach. Did that mean he was once this small, too?
"Jeff? Would you like to hold your brother?" his father asked, gently.
Jeff gave a sort of squeal, and nodded quickly, eyes bright.
"Okay, sit down, and we'll put him in your lap," his mother murmured.
Jeff sat on the couch, his legs straight out in front of him. His mother carefully put Liu in his lap, holding him slightly so the baby wouldn't fall.
Jeff (after fifteen minutes) noticed something.
"Does Liu move?" Jeff asked. The baby had done nothing to indicate life.
His mother chuckled and nodded.
"He'll move more when he's older."
Jeff knew he was in for quite an adventure.
Year 1
Liu babbled as his mother tried to get him to eat some of his cereal. He banged his orange plastic spoon on the tray of his hichair.
"Come on, Liu, yummy cereal!" his mother groaned, showing him the food.
"No!" Liu giggled as he continued to bang on his hichair and squeal.
"Mommy, I finished my lunch," Jeff said, trying to put his plate in the sink without breaking it. He was beginning to break things more and more.
"Okay, sweetie, just put the plate in the sink," his mother sighed, trying for the umpteenth time to get the cereal into Liu's moth and not on the floor.
Liu saw Jeff and quieted, staring at his older brother.
"Jeff, would you like to try getting him to eat?" his mother asked.
"Yes!" Jeff squealed. He NEVER got to do anything with the baby!
Jeff took some cereal on the spoon, and nearly shoved it into Liu's mouth.
It didn't come out onto Liu's bib. It didn't wind up on the floor.
Liu SWALLOWED IT.
Their mother sighed as Jeff continued to feed his brother.
"Told ya I could help!" Jeff laughed. Liu followed suit, reaching out and grabbed a tiny fistful of Jeff's brown hair.
"AHK!" Jeff yelped, holding up the spoon as though to hit his baby brother with it.
"JEFF! No!" His mother scolded.
"But, Mommy! He pulled my hair and that hurt!" Jeff whined.
"He's a baby, he doesn't know any better," his mother kissed the spot that hair had been pulled.
"Sarree Jeff!" Liu mimicked what his mother would sometimes say to his brother.
"Mommy, did you hear that?! He said 'Jeff' and 'Sorry'!" Jeff squealed.
And that was Liu's first sentence.
Year 2
"Jeff!" Liu yelled, running after his brother as fast as a two year old could run.
Jeff giggled and hid behind a tree. Liu would be confused, and then Jeff would win their game.
"Jeff?" Liu whimpered, afraid that he had lost his brother, "Jeff?!"
Liu began to cry, quietly, afraid that he was alone like a little sibling will sometimes do.
Jeff hadn't planned on that.
"Liu, I'm right here!" Jeff came out from behind the tree, shaking his head, slightly.
"Jeff!" Liu's eyes lit up, and he ran to his brother, tackling him in a hug. They fell back against the snow, Liu laughing, Jeff yelping in surprise.
Jeff straightened his gloves (he was now 'old enough' for them and was rather proud of that), and picked them both up, off of the ground.
"When will I be old enough to wear those?" Liu pointed at Jeff's gloves.
"When you are four," Jeff said, pride in his age evident in his voice (and it sounded funny in a four-year-old).
"Oh," to Liu, four WAS an old age.
Jeff nodded, solemnly (that, too, was a funny thing to see a four-year-old do).
As they walked back to the house, Liu got an idea.
"Jeff, can I try on your gloves?"
Jeff saw no harm in it, so he pulled them off, and gave them to Liu. Liu pulled off his mittens, and put them on. He wiggled his fingers, and giggled.
"They're more fun than mittens!" Liu remarked.
Jeff merely nodded.
Year 3
Jeff finally got to go to school! Real school, where you learned stuff, other than counting to ten and the alphabet.
He had a backpack, a pencil box, everything!
Liu wasn't happy about Jeff going to school.
"Why does he get to go to school?" Liu pouted, as Jeff got ready to leave for his first day.
"Because I'm five and you're not," Jeff smirked.
Liu stuck out his tongue.
"Trust me, there will be days where you will hate going to school," their mother sighed, rumpling Jeff's hair. "My little boy!"
"Hey! You've got me!" Liu said, indignantly.
"Yes, and I'll do the same thing with you, and I'm glad you're not going to school yet."
Liu sighed, defeated. He still didn't think it was fair that Jeff got to go to school.
When Jeff got home, Liu imediatly asked him what had happened.
"It was so much fun! We got to walk around the school, and the teacher was really nice, and we had DESKS instead of tables and we each got our own cubby and-!"
"Jeff, breathe!" his mother laughed. Jeff panted, annoyed that she had interrupted his talk.
"We learned how to write some letters and numbers and we got a workbook to practice them in!" Jeff was practically screaming.
"Lucky," Liu grumbled. Margaret laguhed, knowing there would be a time when they would be saying the same thing when the other DIDN'T have homework and they did.
Year 4
Liu was on cloud nine. It was almost summertime, which meant he was almost to kindergarden!
Jeff was finishing up first grade. He had a bit more homework, but he didn't care! This was the last bit of homework that year, and he had quickly learned last year to hate homework.
When he had finished up the addition (nothing but a bunch of numbers and weird symbols to Liu) and shoved it into his backpack, he noticed that Liu was staring at him.
"Yes?" Jeff glanced at hi