My Brother

When we were both really little we would run around the house and play Pokemon.  He also had Yu-Gi-Oh cards which we played with every now and then.  He was one of the few kids I'd play with.  Poking and doing anything to get on his nerves was one of my favorite things to do. I could see why later on in life he started calling me obnoxious. Haa. He found pleasure in beating me up and wrestling.  As we go older we seemed to separate... Only saying hi every now and then. We occasionally said bye as we left the house, but that's about it.  He became a stranger.  Not acting like brother and sister, more like acquaintances.  Time went by. Later on though we started talking again.  All that time in between he thought I hated him.  Thought I was choosing to ignore him.  Little did my brother know, I thought he was the coolest kid on earth.  I wanted to be just like him.  He was my big brother. We started laughing together and joking around.  We became more like the old friends we use to be. Now I see him come home every now and then from collage. He probably doesn't even know how much I miss him.  How hard it was when he left. He has changed a lot.  Grown up.  I smile and give him a big hug as he walks through the door.  His longer hair almost past his eyes.  You can tell the difference by looking at him.  How happy I am to see him!  To know he's having fun. He's the best big brother a girl could ask for. I LOVE YOU PARKER! :)