16 years old
I guess if you asked me who my brother was when I was little I'd say..."Oh him, yeah he's my brother, so what." It took me a while to see who my brother was and get to know him. Before he was a stranger that I called brother nothing else.... he'd probably say the same. Now it's different we are not only brother and sister, but best friends. We went from never talking to having jokes only we understood and our own little way of having understanding for each other that no one else could. Only we knew what we been through and seen what we have. I have a respect, and admiration for him and determination to be even better than him; you could also call him my rival. A level of wisdom and calmness that I envy, want to achieve and show him how I can accomplish what will strive to be. No matter how much I make fun of him or vice versa we'll understand that's our of showing that we care about each other, that we got each others back for now on and forever; that the laughter won't stop; not ever.
Beautiful! I really like this, and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. (: The only thing I have to say would be to watch your sentences and puncuation. Some are run-ons, and some are fragments. Great story, otherwise! (: