My Brother Is A Lifelong Friend – Being Parents

Undoubtedly, I maintain that to have a brother is to gain a friend for life. Without doubt the most faithful and loyal of friends. The true unconditional friend. The one who has never missed the good times and who, in the bad times, where the lack is usually felt, has never abandoned me.

Companion on the road, adversary in battles. He forged my personality, he is my favorite advisor, my lawyer after something stupid. The confidant of my most intimate secrets. The same one who, as a child, taught me to walk and smile.

This being of light and love is the best gift that I have received from life. This is why, over the years, I become more and more attached to him and wish to have him by my side to make the most of him forever. I have a thousand reasons to feel happy and to be grateful. I love you with all my heart, dear brother!

My brother is a box full of memories

My brother, in addition to being my lifelong companion, has been, is and always will be a box full of memories. He plays and gives me the exact cue in my own collection of memories. With him, I made the most pleasant and the best moments of my childhood, of my life.

I grew up, laughed and also cried alongside this little being of infinite love of enviable generosity. We spent entire mornings and afternoons playing in the park, swapping our toys and treats. In short, I learned to share only by being by his side.

I did my first innocent silly things alongside this little person who didn’t know jealousy. M are the first words and my first steps, it was thanks to him.

My brother was the one who could explain the world to me with just one smile. In exchange, I could entrust my world in his hands. Trust and respect are values ​​he passed on to me. Friendship is today his heritage. Thousands of photos show me all that we have been and all that we have become.

He was my advocate whenever others saw me as a victim. When fear invaded me her protective embrace acted as a shield. He is the reason for these endless empty hours of childhood. My brother is the main actor in most of my fondest childhood memories, he’s a Pandora’s box.

My brother, year after year

Time has passed and yet something cannot erode over time. What remained unchanging, unshakable, was precisely the most beautiful of my relationships. The bond I have with this special and unique loved one: my brother.

My brother continues to be that person I think of first when I have to share my successes and triumphs. The one who sincerely and wholeheartedly rejoices for my happiness. It’s also the first one that comes to mind when I need a word of encouragement or advice.

He was the first to know that I was in love, he saw me cry and he is the one who makes me think. My brother grew up, but he’s still that little boy with whom I can laugh at the most absurd things. Without guilt and without shame, we have a majestic and unique language that binds us together.

Wipe away my tears, be a listening ear and a shoulder to lean on. Share a lunch or a dinner in the hustle and bustle of the hectic days of our adult lives. Share our experiences and knowledge. Remember the past with a nice grimace on the face. Always remember the creators of this wonderful miracle called brotherhood: mom and dad.

My brother is the person I can always trust. This boy who, although he’s grown up, continues to give in to my whims. It may happen that everything around us has changed. However, I know he will continue to be my favorite friend until the last day of our lives.