I wish I could say I see my little brother more. We used to fight all the time but now that I don't see him very often I cherish the time I have with him.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I love my brother. I miss my brother.
My father showed me so much love. He showed my brother so much love.
As much as I love and respect my brother, I'm doing my best to distance myself from him and kind of show people that, even though we do look similar and have similar mannerisms, we are completely different.
I always wanted a little brother because I felt like the little brother had to do everything.
I have a younger brother.
I have two older brothers. I am the baby. We're all very, very close. We're great communicators, so we get along really well.
I do have an older brother! But you know, he and I have always gotten along. We've always had different aspirations.
I grew up with older brothers, adore them, can't imagine going through life without them, and I definitely think I draw on that love when I'm writing about siblings. It's so powerful, the jump-in-front-of-a-train-to-protect-them kind of love.
I don't throw around the word 'brother' because I'm so, so close to my real-life brothers and my real-life sisters, and being a brother is so important to me.
Me and my brother just used to fight all the time; then my sister came along, and it was all about the little girl in the house. We'd always eat dinner together as a family.