To my baby brother,

OK, fine. I miss you. Before I moved away to college, I never thought I would miss having to share a bathroom with my younger brother or constantly having to drive him places. After the initial newness of college had worn off and I had settled in, I realized just how much I took for granted when I was living with my family. I realized that I missed the 15-hour car rides when we would give each other the silent treatment after yelling at each other. I realized that I actually missed sharing a bathroom with you (kind of) and always tripping over your dirty towels on MY side of the floor. I realized that I missed doing our chores together, taking down the Christmas lights, and feeding the pets. I realized that I missed when you would eat the food in the fridge that I specifically put a sticky note on saying "DO NOT EAT." I missed all the times we fought as kids and how you taught me how to forgive someone else because when you're family, you're family. I miss the family dinners and all of the times we got to watch each other's games because one of us always had practice. I even miss when you would wake me up at 6 a.m. on Christmas morning.