Growing up with a brother was never easy, especially having to share a room with one. Between always bickering or constantly fighting about what to watch on TV, we rarely agreed on anything. I always wanted to watch That's So Raven and he had his mind set on Dragon Ball-Z. He also knew exactly how to push my buttons and I hated how he used to speak to me, especially when we fought. From a young age I always complained about having a brother and I always wished I wanted a sister. I remember being so mad at my parents and I would always mention it.

Looking back now I really don't remember why I was so mad at them. Of course, back then I had no idea that you could not pick the gender of the baby you had so I thought they picked a boy just to spite me. I did not like having to share a room with my brother or how annoying he was. As much time away from him was the best. I also really did not like how close in age we were (two years apart). I know, I know, I sound like a typical older sister but seriously, having a brother can be tough.

However, as we got older things started to change. My little brother was starting to grow up and not be so annoying. His taste in TV shows and music started to change. Next thing I knew he was in middle school with me, and then high school. My "little" brother started growing and eventually grew past me. His voice, body and attitude changed. The once annoying little peanut I used to complain about had become this young man that I could now (literally) look up to. This new young man stuck up for me in fights rather than the annoying boy who used to put me down. This new young man runs and hugs me now rather than running away from my open arms like that little boy once did. This young man I call my brother became my best friend in a matter of years. It took me awhile to figure out how important he really was but now I know I would not trade my brother for any sister in the world.

Whatever I need, my brother is there for me. Someone to vent to. Someone to cry to. Someone to hug. Someone to go on a random late night car drive with. My brother is my person. I can always count on him and I hope he knows that he can always count on me. I am so proud of how much my brother has accomplished and I cannot wait to see where he takes the rest of his life.

So to all you sisters out there living with your brothers that you cannot stand, hang in there and give it time. Trust me, you'll never want to let your brother go.

Love,

A sister who was very wrong.

I love you, Devin!