I know, it’s cheesy to say that my own brother is my best friend, but it’s true. He’s been there since I was born and we shared almost everything together. Of course, we’ve had our ups and downs, but he is always there with me through thick and thin. He may act like he doesn’t like me, but when something arises and he has to choose sides, he always chooses me.
People say that as they grew up, they become more distanced from their siblings. My brother and I never had that problem. When I come home from breaks, he would talk my ear off for hours. We have so many things to tell each other that our mouths move a mile a minute. I would say that we actually became closer as we grew up.
When we were children, anywhere he went, I was right next to him. We were one team, a duo. At one point in our lives, we were the same height and since we were always together, people would always ask if we were twins. Although we weren’t, since he is 2 years older than me, we always felt like we were. Even to this day, occasionally we would say the same things at the same time. Twin-telepathy at its finest right there.
We’ve never had jealousy problems that some siblings go through. In fact, he even encourages me to do things that I don’t want to, but it turns out that I needed that push. He’s always there to support me and is always proud of me. He doesn’t care about what people say about him, but he always defends me when they say something about me.
We never really had the same friend group while growing up. He didn’t take academics as seriously as I did and he was more a hand-on type of person than I was. Our friends were completely different, but we never let that come between us. Even our personalities are completely different. He is much more sociable than I could ever be, but that never stopped him from trying to include me into whatever he was doing.
However, there were times when we would argue. We both had really bad tempers, he still does, and that would result in a lot of crying, fighting, and locking myself up for a few hours before I calmed down. But the thing is, after our fights, he would always be there trying to cheer me up and make me laugh and just like that, we were okay again.
These are some of the few reasons why my brother is my best friend. Yes, I do have an actual best friend that is not a family member. We met in freshmen year of high school and stuck together since this day. We are attached at the hips and when we’re not, people always ask where the other is. I’ve only known her for five years of my life. I’ve known my brother for 18. However, numbers are just numbers, who says that I can’t have two best friends in my life?