It’s great to have you by my side

I came from the summer of 2001, when my brother was five years old. He tolerates everything about me, and we walk hand in hand under the rainbow. Brother, it’s great to have you by my side.

Back

I grew up in my hometown. Before I could remember, it was my brother who took care of me. I only have some scattered memory fragments about myself at that time, and every fragment has my brother. At that time, I couldn't walk yet and could only stay in bed and crawl around. In the midst of boredom, my brother came. He picked me up, sat me down on the bed, and then laid me down. I clumsily climbed onto his back, and he carried me on his back and took me out for a walk. Even if I was exhausted and sweating profusely, as long as I was smiling, he would be smiling. I was two years old and my brother was seven years old. Brother, it’s great to have you by my side.

Basketball

Later I left my hometown and went to school in the city. I only had very little time to see my brother. During the Chinese New Year, I followed my parents back to my hometown. The first thing I did after getting off the bus was to ask if my brother was there. At that time, I liked to follow him around the world. He likes to play basketball, and I sit on the sidelines and watch. Although he has no formal training, he still plays well. Dribbling, dribbling, passing, and shooting, he looked heroic and sweaty on the court. Once, because I was pestering him, he tied a tire to an old tree at the door and taught me how to shoot without complaining about not being able to go to the court to play. I was five years old and my brother was ten years old. It’s great to have my brother by my side growing up.

Diary

Later, I grew up and went to junior high school. When I returned to my hometown, I no longer pestered my brother. When I stayed at my brother's house, I would help clean up the room. I was the only one at home that day. Looking at the mess in my room, I wanted to tidy it up, but I accidentally found a dusty notebook. I opened it and inside was my brother's diary. "...My sister cried again. She accidentally broke the vase and cut her hand. Grandma came back and I said I broke the vase. Grandma scolded me, but at the moment I feel sorry for my sister's hand." "Today is my sister's birthday. I can't spend it with her, I can only wish her well. I hope she won't be so willful when she is one year older." "Sometimes, I really hope that my sister will never grow up, so I I can always protect her. Even if she is naughty and willful, we bleed the same blood..." I cried. My brother who had just returned home was startled by me. He looked at the diary and frowned. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on my face and comforted me distressedly, but I couldn't say a word. I was twelve years old and my brother was seventeen.

Just like my brother said, the same blood flows in our bones. From now on, I will work hard to control my temper, be a good sister to my brother, and no longer make him angry or sad. Now, I am fifteen years old and my brother is twenty. On the way to growth in the future, we will encourage and support each other and hold hands together. Brother, it’s so nice to have you by my side! Tags: