He's only two years younger than me and has practically been attached to me since his birth. We shared a room for about 12 years. When he was a toddler, I'd have to count to him to get him to fall asleep. (I always say that's why I'm so good with numbers.) Sometimes, in the middle of the night, he'd kick off his blankets in his sleep. Then, still asleep, he would start to whine from being cold. I'd have to get up and tuck him in again. When I was in third grade, a friend invited me to her birthday party. Lil Bro ended up coming along because he started to cry when I left the car.
About a year ago he went through his little rebellious stage and started arguments with me every chance he got. It was so annoying. That's over now so no worries. He's back to being my homie.
Our mom gets mad when I say I'm more like his mother than she is, but with how he clung to me all through his childhood, that's really how it is. He learned from me. I always joke that if I ever got in a fight with our mom, he'd take my side no questions asked.
I bet you're wondering why I'm reflecting on my lil bro. It's because earlier this evening I was searching for a pic to represent a character in a new story of mine (because I don't have enough on my plate) and asked him for his help. I showed him four pics and asked him to pick the two he thought fit the character best. He chose the two I was favoring most. It's amazing how alike we are. I love it. I always ask him the weirdest questions when I'm writing and he always does his best to answer.
Ain't nobody like my lil bro.
(This isn't us, this is Dara and Thunder.)
