To Enric, My brother.

You were born six years after I did. I remember myself saying to dad and mum: -Please,I want a brother/sister. I do not want to play alone...(this was my argument when I was about 4 or 5...). After some wishes finally You were born, and I was very happy to have a brother. After a couple of years, You change your baby's bottle for toys. The bad thing was the difference age between us, and also the sex. I used to play with my dolls while You were playing with your Cars, planes,...scalectrix...
So in order to have a closer relation with you I have started to play too, and play station games...We some times have arguments, neither of us wants ourself to be the "L"(loser).

When I was older, and moving to adolescence, We were constantly discussing. I still remember the hole that You made in my door, one day afternoon because I didn't want You to enter in my room.

Luckily those days passed, and When You push me, It didn't bother me, until the day that You mature a little bit more and We have a nice conversation instead of shouts.

Now I always want you to explain me all that you do, I want me to tell you my own experiences, and I want you to learn from my mistakes and do not repeat it.

I will help you in school subjects, like me, daddy and mummy have done always. We will be always beside you, because whatever happens, We will always be family, close family.

I know that adolescence is not a easy stage of life, it's time for changes, mature, new experiences,  between adult and child lines. Just teenagers, I think.

From here, I want you to remember that I am here to help you, listen to you every time you need it.

I am your sister, and this is what a sister does, take care of her brother, her younger brother.

We will passed your adolescence together, You will be ok in this new school, and If you want to do high school and go to the University as you have told me, We all 3 will help you.

I love you brother.

Always here, remember. Even if I am far from you. 


Helia.

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