u/alphabetaagamma

I have a younger brother. He is 5 years younger than me. As we grew up, I realised I act a lot like im his mom. I keep teaching him how to do stuff or ask him to keep all his things on place. I keep taking responsibilities for him. And now when he has hit his puberty and is in a moody teenager phase, sometimes I just get very overwhelmed by how he behave. I end up crying by thinking how much he has changed. Its just too emotional for me, and I cant handel it well.

I hope he gets out from this phase soon.

Something in me always wished for a older brother. I dont know why. Sometimes I wonder how different things would have worked out if I had an older one.