A love-hate relationship with a sibling is something I’ve grown to understand deeply with my elder brother. We have a six-year age gap. Our bond has always been a mix of closeness and conflict, affection and annoyance, shared moments of laughter and silly fights. But underneath it all, we have this unspoken connection that holds us together.
Growing up, he was my partner in everything, yet also the cause of many of my frustrations. I remember the petty arguments that would arise out of nowhere like over the TV remote, where we never liked the same programs or cartoons. I also remember our silly fights over who got the bigger piece of noodles or chocolate. We even fought over something as ridiculous as 'who do Dad and Mom love more.' All of these seem very silly now, but back then, it was serious business for us. It often felt like we lived in constant competition. Even when we weren’t arguing, there was this underlying tension, like we both knew exactly how to push each other’s buttons. He would be the first to annoy me, and I would be the first to annoy him.
Despite the daily bickering, we’ve always had moments that define the deeper side of our relationship. He’s been there for me when it really mattered—whether it was standing up for me when someone said something hurtful or cheering me up when I was down.
One memory stands out to me. I remember going to my tuition class on a rainy day, but as time passed, the weather worsened, and it was no longer safe to walk home. There was water everywhere, and even water snakes. My brother, despite the heavy rain, came to pick me up. Not only that, but he also carried me on his back because I was scared of the snakes and he didn’t want me to get wet. Another rainy day, I called him to pick me up from the bus stop. Instead of sharing the umbrella and holding it in the middle, he held it completely over me, not even caring about his own health or need.
There’s a strange comfort in knowing that, no matter how much we may drive each other crazy, we have a bond that can’t be broken. It’s as if the space between us is filled with memories too strong to fade. The little moments of kindness like him bringing me my favorite snack without me asking, or the way we both can’t help but laugh at inside jokes remind me that our love for each other runs deeper than the shallow irritations.
Ultimately, I think our love-hate relationship has taught me a lot about patience, forgiveness, and loyalty. It’s in these ups and downs that I’ve come to appreciate the complexities of family, how sometimes, the people who frustrate you the most are the ones who’ll stand by you the longest. And as much as we might fight, at the end of the day, I know I wouldn’t trade my brother for anything.
(P.S. I would never forgive him for stealing my snacks and pocket money)
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