Each time, when I look at myself in the mirror, I think of my brother

My little brother, who is five years younger than me, full of light, full of joy

Full of sass and attitude, full of loyalty, he is smart, full of generosity, he is unique, he is talented 

All those good traits, don't just lead up to him, they lead up to me

I noticed that I am loyal, that I am smart, that I am generous, sassy, talented, unique, full of attitude

We are just like each other, were almost the same 

except 

When he forgets to close the front door when he forgets to put away his dirty bowl or plate after eating when he starts to throw a fit if nothing goes his way when he starts to argue with his eldest sister after she tells him ¨I can't play with you¨

I can't play with you 

These exact words sting him like a bee, causing him to cry, to feel lonely, to argue with me begging for his only full-blood sister to play with him

But we keep arguing 

He argues with me

I argue back 

But then, I remember something that I truly, cannot forget

That I am just like him

And he is just like me

I am also the one who can forget to close the front door, I am the one who can forget to put my plate away at times, and I argue with him after he tells me something I don't like. 

As he does for me

As he does, he would protect me from my parents or other family members hurting my feelings, I do the same. He would throw his hands on anyone who would try to bully me at school, I would do the same. He always worries for me, he worries that I am not happy in my life, he hopes I am okay, and wishes I wasn't sad all the time. I do the same. 

He can p*ss me off, I can p*ss him off. 

But by the end of the day, were siblings. We love each other, were different 

And we are also truly, the same.