My little brother is my little brother!!!!

Wow!!! Time just flies... I talked to my little brother on the phone and realized how much he is grown up. His voice is manly, his thoughts are organized, his advice is to keep. He asked me how my life was. He wanted to make sure if I was doing good. I felt so great. My brother is two years younger than me. We grew up crying, fighting, playing, sharing our food, protecting each other, laughing, cleaning our place together, cooking whatever we could, singing, dancing, and waiting for our parents to come from work together. I remember him building his own place in the small room in our hallway (small means tiny here. storage room kinda thing) where we put our shoes and other stuff we didn't use. He wouldn't want to come up and even want to eat his food there. And we would find out that all the shoes were polished and shining later. awwwww. I remember my little brother would fight with one of my girlfriend's brother because my friend offended me. There are so many things that he did that heart touching that I could talk about. He was the cutest little boy. He is in super ball shirt in the picture. My purpose of writing this is to just say thanks for being there in ups and downs of life. Now, you are so grown up and still take care of me. I love you my little brother. You are still my little brother so better listen to me!!!! :)