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Best of Brothers Schyler G.

Once a relationship breaks in two, you can’t fix it right away. It takes years for it to mend together again. After all, relationships don’t come with bottles of glue to patch them up again. When I was younger, my older brother and I didn’t always get along. Every opportunity we had, we would pick on each other and we would fight over the littlest of things. I would always think that I was always so innocent, and it made me more than happy when my parents scolded my brother.

Whenever he had any sort of athletic game, I would always refuse to go, even if I had nothing better to do. When he got home from his games, he would either brag about how bad he beat the other team to me or take his anger out on me with insults if he lost. Even though I would always turn down going to any of his games, he would always sit very quietly in the bleachers watching and cheering me on at my soccer games. The thought of not going to his games even though he came to mine never made me think twice about the situation.

We kept fighting and teasing and bragging and nothing changed. Almost every time we looked each other in the eye, these words would come spitting out of our mouths, “ You’re the worst sister ever! I hate you!” “ You’re the worst brother on the earth and I wish you were never born! I can’t stand having you as a brother!” He got in trouble more and more times and I was still the innocent victim to his crude insults and threats. Day by day, our relationship kept getting weaker and I still thought it was his entire fault. I despised him and hated to even think that I was the little sister of that monster. After all, in my mind, I never did anything wrong.

One day in November, our little brother was born. That event had pulled my big brother and I closer than we had ever been in our lives. We would always take turn holding the little infant in our arms, and anybody would have thought that our little scuffles were gone for good. Every once in a while, we would have our fights, but one day, he pushed me over the edge, and our bond completely shattered.

After that incident, I would always complain about him to my parents, and every time he got in trouble, the guiltier I started to get. I couldn’t believe it, but I actually started to feel bad. One night before I fell asleep, I had vowed that I would be as nice as I could to him the next day, because it was going to be his 8th birthday, and he had a lacrosse game. The next day, I never teased him, insulted him, called him names, and didn’t pick a fight with him. I even volunteered to go to his game. By the time that day was over, he hadn’t been mean to me even once.

I had learned a very valuable lesson that day. I always thought everything was my brother’s fault. Now that I look back almost six years later, I realize that I was very wrong. It was both our faults that we didn’t get along, and I’m not so innocent anymore. To this day, my brother and I still have the smallest of fights, but our relationship is as strong as ever, and I am more than proud to call him my big brother.