Every day, I scan my desk and see a face that consistently brings me memories. The plush of the amber-colored dinosaur with an adorable smile and tiny sharp teeth, sits on the edge of my desk. I adore looking at him; he reminds me of my brother, and the memories we share. Growing up, I solely had my brother to rely on because my parents worked late. Spending everyday with him, I heavily idolized my brother; I tailed him everywhere, being fascinated by the same interests he had. Anything he did, I did; I wanted to be like him. We played with toys in the morning and near noon we would watch cartoons. One of those cartoons was Digimon, he would talk to me about the array of the species of talking monsters called digimons. He would tell me new characters that would appear throughout the series, stating if he liked them or not. Ever since then, I held Digimon close to my heart and would try to learn more about it for my brother. Dedicating hours of my time to research or watch the show for him. Feeling ecstatic to finally share an interest with him. At times, I would dash into his room without knocking and word vomit useless facts to him. I knew he already finished the series before me, yet the sense of euphoria I would get when exchanging dialogue with him was incomparable. Even though we grew apart, I continue to keep a special place for this show in my heart. My brother does not talk to me like he used to anymore. However, in my spare time, I would watch the pilot episode to relive and cherish the old memories I had with my brother.

– Zoey Ching

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