I guess there will always be times when we get annoyed at our little brothers. There are moments that we wish they can just grow up and lose all the immaturity. Sometimes we wish we could just punch and wrack their heads crazy just so they could understand things we older brothers say. If we could sync our voices on their ipods just so we don't have to sound like a broken record everytime we give advice, then we probably would.
But even if little brothers don't listen, even if they take us for granted, even if sometimes they're just a real pain - at the end of the day, the fact remains that they are our brothers. At the end of the day, no matter how hurt or tough or painful the things they say and do, we just try to be strong, understand and forgive them. We do this not because we are obliged, not because it is a prerequisite of being an older brother - we do this because we simply love them more than we love ourselves.
