Everyone had already ask me about my family, my siblings. You know things like how we bond, how do we treat each other, its the family relationship that intrigues the people around me. My classmates, some of my friends and even my dorm mates did asked me about my family. It also gave me pressure, because its hard for me to realize what made them interested with my family background, do I look so rich or so poor, or something? Well just like the others, I consider my family, though big, simple and happy. We are eight siblings in the family, my mom and dad are both professionals, some of my sibling has their own children already and I'm the youngest one. Though sometimes its hard to be in a big family I'm still thankful to God for giving me such a wonderful family. Conflicts are not new to us, but I always think that it's just a part of our relationship and those are just challenges, tests that we ought to overcome. After all conflicts made our bond even stronger.
I have something to tell, this is funny and a little bit emotional, this is a story about my brother. To start the story let me begin with a very brief data of him, let me describe him. Just call him Mark, you can find his name everywhere. He even complain about that sometimes, that his name is probably one of the most common name in the world. It pissed him off every time someone yield the name Mark and it made him turn around and see who's calling, and found out that the person is not referring to him. I sometimes laugh whenever my brother tell me his experiences that really pissed him off. He's a student just like most of us, he also read books, always bring bag, go to school of course, but what is unusual about him is that he love school. Unlike most of the students he's always excited to go to school, but he's not that industrious to study almost every night his. He just love school because I don't know, I should ask him that. But anyways, he's a psychology student also and he sometimes belong to the gang of weirdos. He likes music so much that he always sleep with earphones, which is for me could harm his ears. Another funny thing about my brother is he eat too much, he can even eat ten or more cups of rice. That's gluttony! He's young, nineteen years old, and this March he'll finally receive his diploma, he'll finally graduate. One time he mentioned that it's going to be very sad that he'll leave college, he said he'll miss all his classmates and friends. You know my brother is very emotional sometimes, it bothers me whenever he is so silent, seems he got a deep problem. But I find my brother so cool that I consider him as one of the best dude in the world.
There's one time when my brother became an issue in our family, he was accused of taking drugs by my parents and a lot more. He comes home very late and some time sleep to other houses for two to three days. It bothers me a lot because we don't know where he stays and spends the night, most especially when I don't receive any text message from him. He's stubborn you know, he doesn't tell anything about his businesses. My older sister was pissed off, and one time when my brother got home from a three days vacation without my sisters permission he received the scold he never forgets. He cried, good for him, if only he knew how worried I am. But no, I'm just kidding, I was also very affected when my bro cried that I did also throw painful words to my sister to defend him. But to make it short, the problem now is solved, we found out that he always went to his old dormitory to hang-out with his good friends. He already explained to mom and dad that he's doing good in his life. He also proved it by making himself part of the deans lists in their school.
Well for me, no matter how hard headed my brother is, I just understand him for whoever he is. He may went to far away places without me knowing and he may spend his money unwisely, it would be okay for me, it's just a part of being a teenager and it reminds me of his imperfection. He may commit a mistake but he will learn from it. I mean who I am to judge him and mind his life, dictate what's good or bad, and control him. After all he's just a brother, he has his own life, and my role is to help whenever he needs me, support and understand. And I promise that I will always be there for him. And now he's still doing what he used to, coming home late and going to unknown businesses. Whatever he is doing I don't know, I still trust and always understand him. He's just a brother, you know...
