This is a photo of my brother and I
few months back. I was planning on writing about my best friends before.
However, during the weekend, I was so motivated to write about my younger brother
and decided to write my photo essay about him. My brother and I aren’t in those
kinds of “best and lovely” brotherhoods. We always fight and quarrel over
trivial stuff. 2 months ago, before I came to KMLA, we had a big fight over the
possession of iPod. Since then, I didn’t go back to home and we never contacted
each other. However, when I went back home this weekend after 2 months, I found
that troublesome iPod on my desk with a new cover and a sincere letter from my
brother telling me that he’s sorry. I was so moved by his actions and felt bad
for not being a better older brother and decided to write about him – what my
brother means in my life.
First, my younger means an
annoyance for me. Even since he was born, he was nothing but an annoyance for
me. When he was a baby, he seemed to take everything that I wanted too - Parent’s
attention, toys, foods, etc. I didn’t like him for that. When he grew up a
little older, he began to bug me to play around with him. I wanted to play
catch or hide-and-seek while I just wanted to read books, watch TV, or play
video games. If I didn’t play with him, he’d go to mom and tell on me. Mom
forced me to play along. Also, we fought when we played together. When we
played hide-and-seek, he didn’t take turns and always wanted to be a hider.
When we played with lego, he always took the handsome characters and
structures. When I fought with him over that, mom always punished me for not
yielding. When we grew older, we still kept on bugging me to play even though I
needed to study. So, all throughout my life, my brother was an annoyance.
Second, my brother means a family
to me. Even though he was such a pain in the neck, my brother was always a
family to me. Of course, we shared mom and dad, but that’s not what I mean. We
always fought, grumbled for having brother, but we still cared for each other.
For example, we always took care of each other’s birthdays even though we
fought a day before. On my 13th birthday-eve, my brother broke my
precious video game CD. I was so angry that I shouted I didn’t even need a
brother and wished he was never born. My brother would have been quite hurt.
The next day, my brother gave me a brand-new, all updated video game CD. He
used all his money he got from grandparents on New-Years Day. I was so
embarrassed at myself. Also, we took care of each other whenever we got injure
while we were playing. We also gave each other cards and Christmas presents.
There are so many stories related to this. So, all in one, my brother was and
is a family.
Lastly, my brother means a friend
to me. I am four years older than him. My interests, friends, and values are
clearly different from him. Even our personalities and looks are different.
However, throughout my life, my brother worked as a loyal and good friend of
mine. It was him who comforted me when I was punished by my mom, it was him who
helped me with my girl problem. It was him who took the first step to yield. He
always gave me his opinions, ideas, and comforted me when I was in hardship and
was lonely. For example, when I flunked the important exam to be accepted to
KMLA, he comforted me, saying that he was proud of me for being so smart. He
said that I was known as the smartest person in my town among his friends and
his friends were jealous. Just like that, my brother stood beside me, helping
me through challenges as a friend.
All in one, my brother means
annoyance, family, and a friend to me. I think he will continue to be like
that. Right now, I’m far away from my brother, not having enough time to even
talk with him. However, I promise myself that one that I will pay back all the
things that my brother has done for me in the past. I loved him. I still love
him. And I will keep on loving him. As a family and a friend.
