An essay about my brother
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......My brother is a little boy. His is younger to me. He is only five years. He is a very naughty. His name is Raja most of the time he is busy playing with his toys. When he is angry, he makes a lot of noise. Sometimes he also breaks many things. My mother never beats him.
This year he has been admitted in a school. He goes to school in uniform in a school bus. He is in KG.
Raja is the darling of all of us. My father loves him deeply. He buys costly toys and gifts for him. He is very fond of sweets, toffees and chocolates. His birthday party is an event for our family. Many of our relations and friends are invited on that day. I like and love him so deeply as to see him always happy and smiling at any time.
In the evening I join to play with him and I also tell him short stories. He likes the stories of fairies, birds and animals, etc. He likes the stories of kings and princes the most. He has very sharp memory and he never forgets a story that he likes.
Sometimes he asks simple innocent questions which for us are difficult to answer. We hope he turns out to be a brilliant student. We always pray for his health and happiness.
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When I was 5, I would follow my brother around everywhere, I was the pesky younger brother.…show more content…
This could be seen as a good or a bad thing. I was exposed to many things I should not have been by hanging out with my brother and his friends, but this also helped me to mature earlier. There is a phase in the younger years of my generation’s lives when it is considered cool to smoke. At the age of 14 I was tempted by friends to smoke, but since I had been with my brother when he was tempted to smoke I knew it would be a bad decision to even try. Watching my brothers go through the trials of life has helped me to resist certain temptations that I otherwise might have gotten sucked into. I was able to see the mistakes he made and avoid those decisions in my life. I have always been in competition with my brother; I strive to be as good as or better at everything than he is. He was always bigger and faster than I was so if we wrestled I would get beat, and if we raced he would leave me in the dust. This instilled in me a drive to improve myself. My brother was not the brightest student. This compelled me to be as good a student as possible. If my age restrained me from being equals with