My older brother and I shared a room since we were kids until he started college. I remember being fascinated by everything he tells me. He talks about stars, bats, video games, haunted houses and more. We’ve always loved the glow-in-the-dark stuffs in our room. I loved it so much when he reads books for me before we sleep or when he tells me stories about what happens in school that it made me itchy to go to the same school with him.
We basically enjoyed the same things but it was clear even when we were younger that we are different from each other. He has always been the shy, private, reserved type. And I have always been the extrovert. But even though we’re opposites, we always get along very well.
We had too much memories together. Concerts, horseback riding, bullying our youngest sibling, drinking, food trips, name it and we’ve done it! We even wore the same clothes!
Today is his birthday but sadly, I can’t celebrate it with him again. Sometimes it’s still hard to believe that we’ve grown this much already. (He knows how much I hate the idea before that he’ll someday get married and have children because when that happens, I won’t be his baby anymore.) But even though we’ve grown up, it’s nice to know that things are still the same as it was then. I can still talk to him about anything and he’s still very patient as ever. I can never repay him for everything he’s done for me but I’m forever thankful!