I Love My Younger Brother Mga Nobela at Kwento

I like my coffee black with no sugar and milk. I was involved in my work, I have to crack another deal of New York, sometimes I find my work tiring as well as fascinating, the way I talk make people frightened of me I was a ruthless creature to the world except my family My phone rings ohh so its my sista I know why she calls me "Brother did you bring my bag from Spain which I told you to bring" she said She is a fashionista and always wanted branded bags, clothes but she is my younger sister. I love to spoil her but sometimes she becomes very irritating.

I said out of frustration. "When will you stop calling your brother the culprit in every issue?!" Father yelled. "You've always showed him love. You shelter him like a 2 years old. What about me? Do you even care about me. It's always been about Leo," I complained. "It's time you start acting like the eldest. He's your younger brother. The youngest. It's quite normal if I treat him that way," father replied.

What is wrong with him? He lowers his head to my ear. "Literally." Dear God. It's like he is trying to get us killed. "Is that so?" My mom's smile is bright. She is happy with the idea that I'm getting along with my soon-to-be stepbrother. Sorry to break it to you mom, but that couldn't be further from the truth. "Yh. She lends a helping hand to me whenever I need it," Oh my God. Someone kill me now and end this nightmare. "She never leaves me hanging." Another mutter under his breath, "except once."

" “Yeah, and I can follow your example. Thank God you will never be my leader. And most of all I loved that we could joke together even in such a situation. I hugged him and pressed my cheek against his shoulder. “Oh, little one,” my brother said affectionately and patted me on the top of my head. At that moment, I wished most of all that everything would remain so. I was small, and he was my older brother, who always stayed by my side. Kira! Kira, wake up!

Unconsciously, I smiled. My brother is a big boy. He's 5 years older than me, yet they treat him as a child more than me. It's fine. Although, sometimes, I'm kind of jealous because I never felt that kind of love from our parents. Eliot is obviously their favorite. Maybe because he's a guy, that's why mom and dad love him more than me.

he asked, drawing me back. “My mother,” I whispered. “And my brother.” His expression shifted. Darkened. “Do you… miss them?” “Every day,” I said quietly. “I miss his voice. His stupid jokes. My mom’s cooking. Her arms around me after a bad dream. I miss them both so much.” He studied me, pain flickering behind his eyes. “You loved your brother?” More than I could ever explain. “I’d trade my life in a heartbeat if it meant he could come back.”

I mumbled as I stepped closer to him. "And you don't have to say thanks because, as an elder sister, it is my responsibility to protect my younger brother!" A smile appeared on my lips in fact, now I have a brother. I always wanted a brother to fight with him and tease him a lot—I could say he is a gift from God. "I have never seen you talk this much in all the years since I became aware of our relationship!" He chuckled as his lips widened at a corner. When I heard the scoff from Julian's mouth, I also looked at him—there was quite a hint in his eyes that I was like a radio machine.

"Didn't buy it until now. You here to cause trouble in my club, little psycho?" I tilt my head, feigning innocence. "Me? Never. I'm just here to supervise my friends and drink water like a responsible adult." He lets out a deep chuckle. "Yeah. That tracks. You've always been real good at takin' care of everybody else." A heavy beat settles between us, filled with memories from last year. Pain. Love. Healing. Moments between us that mattered—and still do—without needing to be anything more. "How are you, War?" I ask, my eyes searching his face.

He sulked and walked back to return the worms he collected. I shook my head with a smile because they remind me so much of ourselves when we were young. I was often teased and bullied by my brother, while Junior is as naughty and mischievous as his father. Although Junior is nothing like my brothers. He loves his sister and he protects her from their friends who are bullying her.

Later they understood and compromised themselves. My family has an average background. We are not poor, nor rich. We have the ability to fulfil our everyday necessities. I have one younger brother named 'Karem' who is studying in his 12th grade. But no one ever tells he is the younger the way he behaves. He is so protective when it comes to his elder sister and would always treat me as a child. Sometimes I too doubt myself that who is the younger one here. He is a caring and lovable person. I really missed him. My little boy.