On the deep love between siblings

I have always heard people say before that between brothers and sisters, cousinship is not as good as intimacy. When I was a child, I was confused by this sentence. As an only child at that time, I personally criticized this sentence.

Later, when my aunt's brother and sister came to my house to play, I began to feel that there was still a difference between my sister and my cousin.

That night, my cousin suddenly felt hungry, so he asked my dad to take him out to buy barbecue. At that time, my cousin and I were both asleep, and only my cousin and dad were out.

When I came back, my cousin brought back some barbecue. However, these all belong to his sister. It's not my cousin's. Of course, I was asleep at the time and they didn’t wake me up, so I didn’t know about it.

When I learned the whole story the next day, I could only wipe my tears and ask my dad why he didn’t bring it to me, and why he didn’t call me when he had something delicious to eat at night.

Of course, I didn’t blame my cousin at the time. After thinking about it, I still knew the difference between closeness and distance.

Later, a younger brother was added to the family.

The most obvious difference is that I can bully my own brother unscrupulously. Like when I used to play with my cousins, my mother would repeatedly tell me not to bully my cousins, otherwise my aunt or uncle would be unhappy.

With a biological brother, what are you afraid of? His parents are also my parents, and I am afraid that I will go astray.

Perhaps it is in response to what others have said, if a younger brother was not bullied by his older sister during his childhood, then his childhood would be incomplete. In order to make my brother's childhood more complete, I, the older sister, have worked very hard.

Unexpectedly, in the end, my brother was most afraid of me.

When he was naughty and crawling on the ground, refusing to get up no matter how others shouted, he saw me coming over and immediately got up from the ground. Seeing that I was still staring at him, I patted the dust on myself with a wink.

Witnessing this scene, as a sister, I was extremely excited. Finally someone let me enjoy being a big sister. Not bad, not bad.

Of course, my sister is not always serious. For example, when my mother gives us snacks and lets us distribute them freely, I always keep the extra for myself. And said to his brother, "Because you are small, you have to eat small food."

No matter how dissatisfied my brother is, it is hard to refute. Fortunately, this child was reasonable and did not argue with me over the distribution of snacks. But he didn't know that it was his sister who had the final say when it came to being reasonable. As a sister, I sometimes use force to snatch his cookies.

My sister is also very squeamish. For example, when I go downstairs with my brother, I have to have my brother hold my hand. If he didn't listen, I would stand on the steps and keep mumbling. I had to wait for him to take the initiative to hold my hand before I would take the next step. In the past, if I fell while walking, I would ask him to come over and take a look and help me blow up the place where I fell. I don’t know if it’s because I laughed so wildly when he was wrestling that my brother would cover his mouth and laugh next to him whenever he saw me falling. If you ask me, I don’t know why my younger brother didn’t learn how to laugh like his sister did. He only remembered how he covered his mouth and laughed when he met outsiders.

In fact, there will be comparisons between the two siblings.

When I came home from vacation, my brother first gave me a warm hug, then immediately ran to my father, hugged him, and said provocatively, "This is my father."

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Although he usually likes to deliberately hug his father in front of me, when he is disobedient and gets beaten by his father, he will still say with an aggrieved face, "Dad only loves my sister." Even if my mother mistakenly called my brother's name mine, he would say "I'm not my sister" for a long time.

For me, who knows my brother well, how could I not tease my brother because of this. Just now, while video chatting with my brother, when my mother slapped my brother in the mouth for spitting, I maliciously said to my phone, "Look, my mother never hits my sister."

The younger brother who had been beaten was quite honest at first, but after hearing what I said, he suddenly lost control of his emotions and cried in grievance. Then his sister, on the other side of the phone, smiled guiltily.

My brother refused to listen to his mother's advice and insisted on making her agree to beat his sister when she came back.

If I had to use a sensational word to describe my brother and I, I would be embarrassed to say it. If you have to say it, it is just a fuss and a cry. One cries and the other laughs. It should be considered a close relationship between brother and sister.