My niece is a haileebug. I’ve seen angels fall from the sky. I’ve seen people cry. I’ve seen this kid eat a whole pizza and still smile.

My dog is a haileebug. He eats my socks. He barks at the mailman. He’s the reason I still believe in miracles.

My brother is a haileebug. He’s five. He wears a cape. He thinks he’s a superhero. And honestly, I’m not sure he’s not one.