I always feel that my brother is my rival in every way. Every day, there are small things that make us fight. If he takes my toy without permission, I will immediately take it back. If I sit on the sofa first, he will try to push me to shift. We are always like that, never want to give in to each other.

Sometimes our little fights turn into real fights. I'll hit his arm with annoyance, and he'll pinch me in return. It is not uncommon for tears to break out at home, making Mother come to visit us. However, even though we often fight, I still feel close to him. He is the person who is always around me, both when fighting and playing.

One day, I fell while running in the yard. My knees were scratched and felt sore, making my tears flow. I thought my brother would laugh at me, as usual. But this time, he actually stretched out his hand and helped me get up. He even took a plaster and carefully stuck it on my wound.

At that time, I realized that even though we often quarreled, my brother still loved me in his own way. Maybe we will still fight tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, but I know, behind all that, he is the older brother who always takes care of me.