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Sibling Fights

The last time I fought with my little brother was when I was around seven. Those fights ...
The memories of the punching,hitting, kicking and chasing still make me shudder. I made full use of the fact that I was bigger and stronger than he was back then. There was a time when he took to biting to defend himself. I don't blame him.
 I can never remember why we fought, but I never hated my brother. The fights would start because of a flash of irritation and they never lasted long.

Then we grew up, and we never fought again. My friends at school used to envy me. Their little brothers and sisters were highly annoying and they thought that my brother was some sort of an angel because he never followed me around or messed with my stuff. Inside, I would swell with sisterly pride.

I was fiercely protective of my brother. I would hold his hand and walk with him ( perhaps 'drag  him' is more appropriate) to the bus stop.The mothers waiting there  noticed this, and I was praised for being a great sister.

There was another change after both of us hit our teens. I no longer had to yell at him to hurry up, because he was faster than I was (not to mention that his glare was pretty scary). One day, I realised that he no longer needed my protection. He could take care of himself, and what's more, I could depend on him. He wasn't quite so little any more (which is probably another reason why I never pick fights).

No matter how annoying your siblings are, don't lose hope. It happens earlier for some and later for others, but there will come a day when, like me, you will see them not as people whose presence you're obligated to endure, but as warm and trustworthy friends who'll never leave your side.
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