My Big Brother

Almost everyday I come home and go straight to my room. My brother is usually downstairs in his. But within minutes he comes up to say what’s up, tell me about something, or just kinda hover. I always pretend to be annoyed or bothered by his presence. But in reality it means a lot to me.

My mother doesn’t ask me how my day went too often, and having to explain it in spanish creates a bit of a barrier for me. (even though I can speak Spanish well)

The fact that my brother feels like he can share details about his day with me, and ask for my opinion makes me feel not only special but also comfortable in sharing things with him too. Whenever I have an issue with my classes, work, or anything relatively important I go to him first not my parents.

In a very small but vital way he’s taken on the role of my parents. He gives me advice, and listens to my mundane chatter about my days. He also listens to the endless tasks, and to-do lists I come up with, and encourages me in many ways. He still continues his role as my big brother though, annoying the hell out of me.

But I love him a lot. My life would be incredibly boring and depressing without him. I’m blessed to have him by my side. And one of these days I’ll tell him all this.