Allie Caulfield is my little brother. He was very smart, innocent, very friendly, and he is also a red-head. I miss him dearly. He would always write on his left-handed baseball glove. Allie wrote poems on his glove everywhere in green ink. He would write poems so he could have something to read on the field. He was probably the smartest Caulfield in the family. His teachers would always write my mom letters telling her what a pleasure it was to have Allie in class. He never got mad at anyone and red-heads are suppose to get mad easily!
He died of leukemia three years ago. He was 14 when he died. I slept in the garage and broke all the windows the night he died. It still gets to me that he's gone now.
He died of leukemia three years ago. He was 14 when he died. I slept in the garage and broke all the windows the night he died. It still gets to me that he's gone now.
