Once said by Catherine Pulsifer, “As I grew up, my brother acted like he didn’t care, but I always knew he looked out for me and was there!” This is exactly how I feel about my brother.
When we were younger, we used to play together, and then other times he would want to ditch me to play with my cousin. But this one time where we grew especially close was when there was a tornado warning out by our house. My brother and I were home alone on a Friday night in November. We tried not to panic, but it became really hard not to when the power went off and our parents still were not home. Trying to remember what our mom and dad told us just in case this would have happened, we grabbed our two dogs, a flashlight, and a small blanket and went into the bathroom.
After that the phone started to ring, so my brother ran to get it. It was our dad calling to make sure that we were ok. He also told us that there was a tornado heading toward Yankton from the north (our house is ten miles north of Yankton). Next my mom got on the phone and told us to stay in the bathroom and not to go into any rooms with windows doors until they got home. She then told us that she loved us and was going to rush home.
Since I was the age of about five, I started to cry because I was so scared, but he comforted me and made me feel safe. He told me that it would all be better soon. Then and there I knew he cared about me and loved me the way I love him. I don’t remember the rest of the night, but we talked about it the day after. He told me that I had fallen asleep in his arms until my parents got home.
That night brought me closer to my older brother, Andy, but recently we have grown apart. He will be leaving for college soon, so I don’t have very much time left to spend with him. Also, he has his girlfriend and his guy friends to hang out with instead of me. In addition to his friends, he has a job where he works almost every night, therefore, he can not come and watch any of my volleyball or softball games. I feel really sad about this because the time he does have left here, he does not want to hang out with me anymore, and I will not get to see him everyday.
I know some part of me hates him, but I know that is not true because I will always love him. People come, and people go but brothers are forever.