Novel & Cerita I Love My Younger Brother

"I told you I’m helping with the family business. My parents are retiring soon. I have a younger sister and she has no interest in working in the company and I’m the only son. Someone has to take responsibility." "Hmm…..your sister must be a tough one," I said smiling. "No….on the contrary. She's very cool. Although she can be a lot, she's loving. She's always in my business" He laughed, pulling out his phone."You’d probably like her." He turned the screen toward me. “This is her.” I glanced at the phone. And my world stopped, I froze. My fork slipped from my fingers and fell onto the plate.

I know that voice instantly. Lucas. My chest tightens painfully. “She needs you,” he continues, and I hear the slight shake in his voice now. “We love you. We would never hurt you or her. We are your brothers.” A weak, broken smile pulls at my mouth before I can stop it. Lucas. My little brother. I remember him small enough to fit against my chest while I carried him through the woods. I remember sitting beside his bed during storms because thunder terrified him when he was young. I remember rocking him back and forth when nightmares woke him crying in the middle of the night.

I have an older brother who protects me, and I have a younger brother who is on my side. In fact, the world is not always evil to me.

Don't get me wrong, I have always loved my little brother Sammy. He was always just sort of, I don't know, a dork. I think that she came out of the womb with a certain social awkwardness and a unique ability to make himself invisible in plain sight. Sammy is a total nerd and always has been. I am not saying that to put him down. Like I said, I really do love my little brother. We never had that sort of torturous older sister/younger brother thing that you see on television and movies. I just want you to know what we are dealing with here.

He whispered in her ear, "We're brothers. We've had similar taste ever since we were young. That's why I'm not surprised that he likes you as well. He and I both love our parents, but that doesn't mean we can't share them. He's my brother, an existence more important to me than my own life. I don't mind if my parents love me less if that means they're going to shower Santiago more love. At least they had still shown me enough love. I've always been the most loved child ever since I was young because I was the oldest. Santiago was always neglected. The least I can do now is to treat him well.

I could swear it wasn't my imagination. "You know mom loves you so much like the last born you are but it doesn't mean I will not beat you silly if I get the chance." I heard in the distance. It was the taunting voice of Susan, I don't know if I was remembering or if it was sounding somewhere around me. We both had memories, good and bad where the bad ones are greater, regardless, I loved her no less. She is the only sister I have and now, she is gone, I have got no other sister.

“You don’t know everything, mia cara.” Images of Leo when we were young came to mind. The fun we’d had together, how we’d stayed up late and snuck cookies from the pantry. Holidays, vacations, summers spent in the pool in the backyard. That was my brother. I loved him more than almost anyone in the world, more than anyone but Mama. Now, this monster was trying to tell me that my Leo was a bad man? All I could say was, “No.”

It was a marriage made to improve our power in the family business. Though they have kids, they still don't love each other. I wonder how they live. Well, that's far from my business. Love doesn't exist. I actually don't believe in it. Marriage is done for some important reasons. Lastly, my younger brother Ivan. My favourite person. I love him so much. I would do anything for him. Back in school, you don't fucking mess with him. Touch a hair in his head and you are a dead meat. Ivan is my baby brother. I am five years old than him. Julio is two years older than me.

There was also my younger brother, who was my biggest priority whom I wake up to everyday – making sure he was fine and dotting over him as best as I could so he wouldn't have to feel the loss of a mother’s love too much the way I did while growing up. I knew perfectly well that I couldn’t measure up to the amount of love and care he’d have received assuming they had come directly from our mother, but I did the best I could do seeing as I was only three years older than my younger brother, and completely sure that he appreciated all that I did for him while growing up, and had always made sure to express his love and gratitude to me in the privacy of our rooms. I continued from where I had s

he prefaced his statement, “but I’m serious. She’s my sister. I love her, and I would bust anyone’s face in a heartbeat if they hurt her. But it’s more likely you would get hurt.” “What makes you think I’m in grave danger here?” I demanded. “I feel like this is a conversation that a person has with a little sister, not about one.” “Because you are exactly her type. Older—” “Watch it!” “Than her, Father Time.” Scott rolled his eyes. “You’re older than her, you’re funny, and you’re fucking jacked.” “Thanks for noticing.” I had been working out more the past few months. My looming fortieth birthday had increased my thoughts of mortality and the frailty of the human body.