I know to some, it might be a little peculiar that I mention my sibling relationship, but the truth is I value my family greatly and my brother has and is playing a significant role in my life.
I know usually, when females often comment about their relationship they hold with their younger/older brother, it is most likely that the terms: bickering, arguing etc follow in the detailed description box, however I'm going to surprise (or maybe not) by telling you the exact opposite.
The idea for this post has been lingering at the back of my mind for quite some time and the reason to why it's been such a delay is because I was struggling how to structure it; initially, I felt like writing a small article where I would list a couple things about me and my brother, after a numeric value, but still I felt this act to be incorrect. (even though it's exactly what I'm going to do.)
I guess I will fall to small subtitles and a small description, considering organisation is one of my favourite things, but I can't guarantee that I will continue with this method, simply because the subject may change.
Here I start:
1. We covered for each other at least once with our parents.
How many keggers can one throw between two? The answer being quite a lot, how ever he got me beat by at least 20.
I think it was rather daft how many times I had to wonder downstairs and inform Mum and Dad that my brother was having a nap. I however did manage to forget that he was kipping on the bathroom floor.
2. He didn't approve of the boys I brought home, sometimes.
One of my brothers most renowned qualities was protection and he took this job rather seriously; if I was hurt, it was more often then not that my brother would find out and the consequences would be paid for.
Hurt my sister? That is completely fine, I'll just dangle you out the window.
Very extreme, but morals were surely made.
3. I grew up with a best friend.
Lack of friends did go very largely unnoticed because for me, it was rather ok because I had him around; when it comes to sharing memories, I can happily pile out 12 or 20, whether it was going to the seaside or going to the cinema when we (mostly I) fancied seeing a film that caused to me jump for 4 minutes.
It never really mattered how annoying I may have been, if I asked to keep him company in his room whilst he played on his computer, he gladly let me do so.
4. What's mine is yours.
This will be difficult to read for most, but growing up, me and my brother shared numerous things and happily, we'd have no problem with it.
Laptop? Sure.
Headphones? Yup.
Clothes? Maybe (You've got no choice here.)
Games? Why not.
Even to this day, we'll spend our time going back and forth between each others houses in order to borrow things, it's a known fact and it's how we are.
5. His friends were mine.
I myself have a fair few stories about being with my brothers friends (all whilst being with him of course) and this was mostly because my boisterous behaviour wasn't entirely appreciated. When some of my friends enjoyed shopping, I preferred to be with my best friend, at home, wrestling some one on my trampoline.
You could have easily referred to me as being a tom boy because I had a tendency to favour some of the boys favourites shows then my friends, but compared to Power Rangers, nothing really had it beat.
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I think it's been safe to say I was lucky to find who I did when I was brought into this family, I now have: an endless supply of piggybacks, a brother who will drive me endlessly to where I would like (There are limits here), a man who will protect me without question, a person whom I can vent to and a person who I feel will never abandon me despite my flaws and idiocy.
''If you wish to find a perfect man, watch how he treats his sister.''
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