BROTHERS. Their more than just siblings. You may have heard of the saying brothers, can’t live with them, and can’t live without them. Well I have two brothers and their both older. Bob is 23 and Mike is 21. When I was a little girl, both of them would pick on me like there was no tomorrow. It was like a cycle for us. Bob would pick on Mike, Mike would pick on Bob and they both would pick on me. I remember when they were making fun of me in spanish and I would get really mad at them for laughing at me and not telling me what it meant. I was only old enough to know the words “hola” and “adios”. It didn’t even help when I cried to my mom about it. Another thing is, I would always want to be with them. I think it is because I was always the odd ball out. I mean I’m the only girl in my entire family and I just wanted to be with someone to play with. When Mike would pull out his Pokémon cards I would too and when Bob pulled out his box of legos, I made sure I had just the same amount in my box to play with. I would be considered the annoying little sister that people wanted to get rid of but they just dealt with me because as much as they picked on me, the still were my brothers. Growing up, my mom would always say to me that “they pick on you because they love you.” Well, who would’ve thought my mom would be right. Being older and more mature has brought my relationship with my brothers a whole lot closer. They have watched me grow up since I was a baby and those little things they would do to make me cry and tell my parents about, they did out of love. It’s the little things that make you realize how special you really are to people. The whole Spanish story, well, we just laugh about it now. I’m not saying that they ever stopped picking on me and that we are this little perfect family because we are not. As a matter of fact we are far from it. During those summer days when we would have our sit down dinners as a family, I would be the talk of the table. I mean not in a good way either. They still pick on me at those dinners whether its them commenting on my stupid remark or just saying I’m ugly, I just smile and laugh because I know they really do care. I actually think they won’t ever stop making fun of me even when we are old and have grey hair because that’s just the way I picture it. Even though they may be far away, I know they are a phone call away. My brothers are more than just siblings, they are my best friends. I know I can tell them anything and they will give me their honest opinions back. One thing that made me really see that they truly do care is when I had a conversation with them, Bob said his friend’s sister was hit by a
guy and the friend drove five hours to beat the guy up. I asked them if a guy ever hit me if they would do the same. Their answer was more than enough. They were arguing on who would destroy the guy first and concluded Bob would be closer so he would. I never will forget that story because it means a lot to me. They both mean a lot to me. The truth is I don’t think anybody knows what great brothers I have and nobody ever will. Without my brothers, I wouldn’t be the same person. Not many people like admitting it but im proud to say that I love my brothers.