From as far back as my brain can remember, I have always dreamed of having a sister. I had this idea in my mind that having a sister could cure any ounce of sadness in my life. Having someone to play dress up with, someone to paint my nails, and curl and braid my hair. Then, as we grew older and the years went on, we'd talk about cute boys, weddings and our children…
A few months back, I was sitting in the hair salon. As my stylist curled my hair, she told me that she was expecting and had just found out the sex of the baby. She anxiously expressed her concerns of having her first daughter. After finding out her son is 3 years old, I smiled with excitement and told her not to worry. They're going to be best friends!
This got me thinking. I overlooked the blessing of having brothers.
It may sound cliche, but my brothers are my best friends! But, hold on, let me elaborate. My brothers have stood by me through thick and thin with open and caring arms. They definitely fit the stereotype of “protectors" too, as they always protect me physically and emotionally. (It comes in handy when you decide you like one of their best friends lol). They always reassure me that if I have any problems, they are only a call away. They bring me comfort resembling my parents; having my brothers means I will never feel alone.
Having brothers has taught me how to be one of the boys as well. Let’s just say dirt, bugs, and mud don’t bother me a bit! I wanted to be just like them; playing basketball and trying to impress their friends was always a great time. My brothers even taught me how to fight and not to be afraid of a little competition.
My younger brother and I are inseparable. Yeah, we fight like an old angry couple, but he knows I love him more than anything. Before I left for college, there wasn’t a day when we were apart. We know everything about each other, and he’s basically my twin. He’s taught me that although boys may seem like a brain lacking emotion, they have a soft and compassionate side to them too. Boys put up walls to appear all tough and strong, but once you break it down, there’s a whole other side you get to discover. My little brother will always be my best friend. I don’t know how I’d survive without him.
My older brother is someone who I look up to with the utmost respect and pride. He is intelligent, hard working, determined, strong-minded, and caring. He’s always there to offer encouraging advice and constructive criticism, two things every sister needs.
My brothers are gifts that I wouldn’t trade for anything.
