First of all, why the hell were you wearing my shorts? I never said you could do that.

Actually I never said you could do a lot of things. When we were young I always made it a priority to put you down, to make you feel inferior. I wanted to make sure that you knew I was better than you, and I reminded you almost every single day. I have accomplished a lot thus far in life and repeatedly told you that you couldn't do the same. Likewise, our childhood was filled with hair pulling, name calling, bruises, and tears.

Nonetheless, despite all the ¨bad memories¨ we have had I am glad to call you my brother. You are the only person whom I can laugh freely with and won´t judge me for being myself. You are the first person I ask for advice on anything because I want to hear what you have to say. You are my best friend and I wouldn't trade you for anyone else in the world.

Look at how cute you were! Oh my god I loved your cheeks and eyes. Only sad thing is that we are three years apart, so I don´t remember much of you being the baby. I do not even think I ever got to hold you. When you used to sleep next to me, every night you would never forget to give me a hug, a kiss, and a handshake.

I remember one time when you were two or so, you got sick. So I went all around the house and gathered items. Then I found a basket and dumped all the items into it. I grabbed a piece of lined paper and wrote a note on it. I picked up the completed basket and brought it to you and mom and said it was a get better gift. You were so excited to unwrap all the little things. The smile on your face was priceless. Mom took the juice box I put in the basket and poured it into your sippy cup. You ran around the house with your cup drinking and saying ¨Yummy.¨ I think you spilled some on your shirt and the carpet. The smile on your face was priceless.

Now as an older more ¨mature¨ young man, you no longer do the cutesy stuff anymore. You turned into the classic teenage boy who is rebellious, wakes up at two in the afternoon, and never takes showers until mom threatens you. You don't say the ¨I love you´s¨ or give kisses. But that doesn't mean that you stopped feeling those feelings.

You didn't cry yet, but I did. A lot. You will miss me when I go off to college because I will miss you. This Thursday we will be saying one of the hardest goodbyes.

Remember that good things happen for a reason. I can´t wait to see all that you accomplish.

Love,

Your sister, your friend, your future wife´s bridesmaid