24 - family, part 1

When I was little I used to beg my mom for a sister or a twin. I thought it would be so cool to have someone who was more like myself than my brother. My brother and I are really different, in some ways as different as two siblings can be. Growing up was tough - my brother is ridiculously smart and I was his pesky little sister who wanted to be included in his fun. Our relationship changed for the better when he went off to college and we both grew up a little. My brother is still ridiculously smart and sometimes I feel like a total airhead in his presence. He has so many great qualities - he's funny and kind and if one of his friends needs help, he's the first one to volunteer. And my brother is always true to himself, a quality I greatly admire even though it drives me nuts sometimes. I worry obsessively about my brother, namely his weight, his health and his happiness and I would give anything to help him achieve whatever it is that he wants to achieve. Though my brother and I aren't particularly close, I'm proud he's my brother and I'm glad that I never got a sister or a twin - lord knows the world doesn't need another one of me! - any other sibling would have paled in comparison to the brother I have.