I love my brother, and I can't imagine who I'd be if I was an only child. I feel like that guy taught me how to be who I am, and to strive to be a better person, without pressuring me to wanna be like him.
Honestly, I always felt like he made my life hard, back when I was 10 and he was 14, but those were awkward years for both of us. But when I started high school, he did so much for me and continues to do so to this day. It's gotten difficult to talk for these past three or so years, as we've both come to deal with our own insulated lives, but I value and appreciate the fuck out of the few times a year we manage to hang out. He's somebody I truly respect -- so much so, it's difficult to put into words -- and I'm glad that if I had to get stuck with gradually getting to know somebody over the course of decades, that it was him.
My relationships with my cousins, however, is more representative of a typical sibling relationship from my understanding. I couldn't imagine living with any of them, except maybe one or two, and even then, that might be a little questionable. Still though, at the end of the day, there's very little I wouldn't do for them, I think.
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