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 couldnÂ¡Â¦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 occasionsÂ¡Xperhaps a relativeÂ¡Â¦s weeding or a New YearÂ¡Â¦s partyÂ¡Xmy brother always stay home because he doesnÂ¡Â¦t like going out. Sometimes our friends asked why he didnÂ¡Â¦t show up. Though we couldnÂ¡Â¦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 will pick it up but he will tell the person to call again after finding out it is not for him. On some occasions, I was sitting right next to him, but he still told my friend to call back later. How hard is it to hand me the phone?
During our high school years, both my brother and I were vegetarians. However, the school didnÂ¡Â¦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.