Brothers

Aww, my middle bro is so sweet. He took me out to lunch today. He's basically a hulk. Like, he could effortlessly snap me in half like a toothpick. And imagine, I used to be able to push him around.

Sometimes I'm glad I had brothers and no sisters. We never competed with one another, never got jealous of one another, never argued over borrowing each others' stuff. (I'm not saying that stuff never happened between my brothers themselves, it just never happened between us.) The only fights we got into were literal. Not prissy "I'm not talking to you anymore" fights.

While having brothers toughened me up, it also spoiled me. I didn't have to share. I existed in my own category. But at the same time, it made life harder, especially since I'm also the oldest. Boys will be boys, but girls will be good (and the oldest will be responsible). And not allowed to do anything.

Oh, well. Things are different now that we're older. My brothers are cool and got my back and would beat anybody up for me. That's what brothers are for.