"As we grew up, my brothers acted like they didn’t care, but I always knew they looked out for me and were there."
I have two older brothers, Marc and Jan. Marc is the oldest one out of us three and Jan is the middle child.
Living with both of them is not easy as it looks like. There's ups and downs, happy memories and sad memories. Having them both makes my life easy and hard at the same time.
There's a lot of ups with having them in my life, like helping me at my homework, driving me everywhere, taking me to carnivals and they always buy me food. They always make me laugh with their corny jokes, smile at the little things they do for me, and a lot more.
Living with them has its downs too. Like I can't fangrl in front of them without them making fun of me, they always team up and leave me out and they annoy me so much to the point that I just cry and not talk to them for minutes or sometimes for hours.
Even though I might hate them at times, I'm so thankful for them. I wouldn't ask for anymore because they always have my back even though they won't admit it straight to my face. I will always be grateful and love them.
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