Today I want to talk about my younger brother and I. My younger brother is twelve years old. He just enter puberty. So when I wanted he to help me, he always told me that: do your own things! And he adored found what happened in the past and theory with me. Because I didn’t have a good eloquence, so I always kept silent.

Another one. My brother have a best friend. They always walk together, every school day. They stick together all day, like girls. But I hadn’t. And I didn’t know why. Was it that I’m too independent? I couldn’t understand now!