While my mom was pregnant with my third brother, I wished and dreamed of finally having a sister. But nine years later, I wouldn’t change any of the three for anything. I went from being an only child to the oldest child with one little brother, to being the middle child with two brothers, to being the middle oldest with one older brother and two younger brothers. I am glad that I have all three of them in my life. I don’t have to speak to them often but they are always just a phone call away if I need them.
When people ask why I decided to stay close to home for college (I go to school thirty minutes away), the ones who don’t know me are surprised to hear that I stayed close to make sure I didn’t miss out on my younger brothers growing up. While I have missed out on some things since I was dorming, such as their birthdays, I was able to go see my brother at his Area All State concert and have been able to go home and see them on weekends and I don’t have to wait for breaks.
My brothers over the years have had times they were annoying and I couldn’t wait to get away from them, but other times we are having fun and laughing and I wish none of us had to leave. At times, I feel bad for them, such as when they have to listen to my singing while I am cleaning the kitchen after dinner. But then, they have ways to annoy me and I don’t feel so bad anymore.
They are there to be my tech support when my electronic devices decide they don’t want to work for me, my boredom relief since I can hang out with them when I am home, and they help bring out the real me since I know they won’t judge me.
