Before my brother and I split apart, we were in the same school. At times, I would brag to my friends that I have a bigger brother in the hight school area. Sometimes, my friends were jealous of that and ask more about my brother. Others well, they had a bigger brother and they would sometimes ask me “Is your brother really as good as you say he is”. I would reply “Not really, but it does make me look cool doesn’t it”. As I was proud of my brother at school, he was really annoying and would never give me what I wanted. I hated him at home.

I was stuck with him for the first 10 years of my life. He would fight with me, annoy me, and many other very disturbing actions. He would never let me watch the TV. Not even on Fridays, which was the time when my favorite cartoons were playing. He wouldn’t even let me watch him game. There was this once when I was watching him play something called World Of Warcraft. When I pressed something because I was bored, he was really mad. He carried me up and put me outside the room. Later, I realized I disconnected him from the server and he lost something that took him 3 hours to get. I felt a little sorry for him, but he was my brother, who cares right? When I first learned that my brother was leaving, I was so happy and filled with energy I could run for days without stopping.

From then on, I went to school in a better mood and teachers would occasionally ask me why I’m in such a good mood. I told them what I thought. They said I was immature, ignorant, and stupid in ways. At that time, I didn’t even know what some of them meant. Even after I I didn’t feel or think that way until a long time after.

After a few months when the actual day came for my brother to leave, I was devastated. I had never felt anything like it. It was the strongest feeling I had ever felt. The feeling is and will always be indescribable with words, it’s one of the things that you have to experience to understand . My feelings for my brother had changed from “I hate you, get away from me” to “Why are you leaving? Please don’t go, I’ll be the nicest person in the world, if that’s what it takes”. For all the years he was in university, the more I thought about him, the stronger the emotion felt. 
When it was the time for my brother to come back for vacation, I felt really happy. But the same thing happened, after a while after he came back, I wished he’d never came back. He turned into the annoying bother I knew when I was a child again. Why is it like this?