Yesterday was March 17, and it's the day my brother turned 20（；゜０゜) I can't believe he's 20 already. Time move so fast -_-;;
When we were younger, we are the best buddy. We tell secrets to each other, even when the secret is about our crushes. Being kids, even when we promise not to tell, my mother always be the next person to know.
He use to be a timid person when I'm the outspoken one. Then he started going to school and suddenly, he become the outspoken one while I grew timid. I have extremely Low self esteem for quite a long period of time, so I depended a lot on him during that. He grew frustrated about it a lot of time, especially when I need him to become my mouth in public. But I'm really thankful that he still help me, eventhough he's reluctant at times.
We do lots of crazy stuff together, mainly because we are close in age, and my older brother prefer to spend his time reading, and he's not as crazy as both of us. And me being the older one, and the more adventerous one, I always become the mastermind(even in the rare occasion when my older brother join us). Put us in a room together, we'll come up with something crazy to do.
Our favourite was pretense fight. We make up rules along the way, which include things like 'no biting' and 'no tickling'. Often, it will end up with real fights, and one of us will end up crying.
I bully him a lot, and thinking back, some of the stuff I did to him is really dangerous! I'm glad that he's still well and alive nowadays. The bullying stop as we get older, since he grow bigger and along with it, he also got a terrible temper sometimes ;p
Eventhough I'm the leader of us two, my brother is the one who got hurt most of the time. Once, while wearing my school uniform, I tried to show him how I jump onto the sofa. And eventhough I told him to stay by the sofa, he followed me while I run. I don't know what happen, but we were too close together, I accidently tripped him and he fell, hitting his head on the corner tile by the wall, leaving a deep hole on his forehead. I was really scared and try to wash the blood away, but he was crying so much I had to call my mom who worked an hour drive away from our house. I went to school with blood on my uniform that day. To this day, it still leave a visible scar.
But I'm really glad that even to this day, we're still close. He's the only one of my siblings that I could talk comfortably to. So no matter how old you get, I hope I can still count on you, brother. And you can count on me too. But don't ask for money. I don't have much（ーー；）
My last wish: Wish you a really HAPPY BIRTHDAY. May Allah bless you Always!!
Roger and out~
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