My Brother

     Pictures say a thousand words. When my brother was born I was to little to remember anything that we did together. Pictures that my mom has now are the only reminders of when we were younger. I remember a little of what happened when we were at such a young age. The books we would read, the games we would play when it was raining outside, etc.

     I was thinking about my brother and I realize how much I miss him. Yes, we can Skype, text, and call each other. But it just isn't the same for me. I wish sometimes we could have hung out more, and really got to know one another.


     When we were younger, I hated going outside. Being that he was a boy and I was a girl, it made sense that I hated the outdoors. I never wanted to play football, basketball, or basically go outside. Which definitely made our relationship a hard one to live with. I remember all the fights we would have over going outside. I regret doing that to my brother, he didn't deserve that.

     I would make promises to him when he would beg me to go outside, and I'd break every single one of them. There was just something about outside that I guess I didn't like. When I would go outside, I would mumble and groan about how stupid it was.


     When I started getting older, most of the things that my brother wanted to do, I wasn't interested in. We are three years apart, so it kind of made sense. As I got into High School, I definitely has different interests. I started writing more, reading, and focusing on my studies. My brother was still interested in sports, playing Xbox, and hanging out with friends.

     As he came into High School, we both ended up in NJROTC. I will admit, I was angry at first because I finally was able to have my very own group. After coming to the realization that my brother was going to be in the program, I aimed towards proving to my parents that I was the best out of the two. Yes, competition between my brother and I was stronger than ever. We always had to prove each other that we were better.

     As I sit here now, I wonder what would have been if I had went outside instead of make it a fuss about getting outside my comfort level, or if I would have accepted what my brother would have wanted to do. But those are "what if's" and I can't change the past.


     All I can do is move on, and I know that my brother and I are still somewhat close. I hope that he is reading this, so he can realize how much he means to me. If your reading this, I want you to know that I'm sorry I didn't do a lot of things with you when we were younger, like play basketball. I hope in some way, you can forgive me. I Love You Brother!