I was in 11th grade at the time, and my brother, who is 6 years younger than me, was around 11 years old. One day, after school, I went to my room, changed out of my uniform, and lay on the bed in just my innerwear, as I often did when I got home. I didn’t lock the door because my parents didn’t allow us to lock our rooms, and my brother was used to it.
That day, one of my male friends came over to collect some class notes. He came straight to the house and started heading to my room without asking anyone. But my brother noticed him and immediately stopped him. He politely told him to wait in the living room and said he would be with him shortly.
Then, my brother knocked on my door, handed me some clothes from the wardrobe, and told me to get dressed before I saw my friend.
In that moment, I realized how mature my brother had become. He was acting like an older brother, protective and responsible. I felt so grateful and blessed to have him in my life.
Here’s a picture of us from last year.
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