My Brother
When you have your brother who is living with you for years, you have so many memories of him that they tend to overlap, which have happiness and sadness. It is extremely difficult to single out one or two of his characters that you want to describe him, impossible to remember any that exemplify the whole.]Because my home was small, we did many things in the living room. I was fascinated with playing the piano. Once while I was practicing, my brother turned on the television loudly behind me so that I couldn¡¦t stand it and stopped playing. He would turn on the TV whenever he wanted even during the evening which was the only time I could play the piano in the day. When we have family occasions¡Xperhaps a relative¡¦s weeding or a New Year¡¦s party¡Xmy brother always stay home because he doesn¡¦t like going out. Sometimes our friends asked why he didn¡¦t show up. Though we couldn¡¦t find a reason, we generally made one up. Our friends and relatives seldom, maybe never, see my brother. The telephone rings. My brother, sitting adjacent to it, looks at the caller ID, and if he finds out the call is not for him, he will let the phone ring until one of the other family members picks it up. Occasionally my brother wi
Two years ago, we went to China. Because he didn¡¦t want to go, we left him home. My brother was quite messy then. He always made our house look like a tornado passed through. Right before we left, my mother said ¡§Oh my goodness, I will have to clean his mess for at least a few days after we get back.¡¨ After two weeks, we came home to a house that was tidier than when we had left. My mother was shocked. A few days later, my mother happened to see a journal entry of his which he had left out: ¡§They didn¡¦t believe I could keep the house clean, I¡¦ll show them by doing just that before they come back!¡¨ he wrote. During our high school years, both my brother and I were vegetarians. However, the school didn¡¦t provide vegetarian food. My mother, wanting to give us warm lunches, took our lunches to school everyday and not once did my brother allow my mother to talk with his classmates. He told her to stay away from his group. After finishing lunch, he would give her back the lunch box and run away. My mother always sat with me and my friends instead. My brother used to play the violin but rarely practiced it. However, he learned it fast, even faster than students who had taken lessons for years. He was in the orchestra and he played the violin well; his teacher loved him. [We have now covered a great m
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