Sean, AKA Sean-bon-boo-boo-bear-chicken-taco-GI Joe-Superman! is the baby of the bunch. He just turned 22 in 2003. Of course I still picture him as 8 years old.

He was probably hit the hardest of everyone by Mike and mom's divorce. I mean, I'm still dealing with it, but Sean I think was enveloped by it. Constantly going back and forth between his dad and our mom, with both of them thowing bad shite at him about the other. He has had a bunch of bad shite happen to him, and is still going though bad shite. I want so much to be able to help him, and I try. But, there is only so much I can do.

Whenever I think of Sean, I think of all the joy and fun we had together. Mainly of the time after the divorce. When Mike and mom got divorced, mom wasn't really home a lot. I don't really blame her. She became a mom at 16 and this was her first opportunity to enjoy freedoms she didn't get to have. So, most of the time it was just me and him. I was his protector, his mom (to an extent), and his big sister. We played, we hung out, and of course we fought. I love my little brother and miss him terribly. He has changed quite a bit in the past few years.

Sometimes I blame myself for not being a better sister, and less of a bad influence. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't bad all of the time, but I wish I had been a better role model.

As a boy, Sean was spoilt and pampered. As a pre-teen, he had to get used to harder times. At 16, Sean was paying rent on his own apartment while still attending high school.

When it was just the two of us and mom, we had a lot of fun together. Just hanging out. Sometimes being silly, sometimes not. No one will ever sing Phantom of the Opera with me the way he does.

Sean knows what i'm wanna gonna be ba-honkin' at.