"Seeeeeto." The extended 'e' sound is mildly annoying. Not mildly, defiantly.
I love my little brother more than anything else in this world. But he is my little, annoying brother. Sometimes, I don't even want to deal with him. Like, I want to disregard the promise that I made to him and just forget about him.
Times when He's running around my office like mad, screaming at the top of his lungs, wanting me to play. I want to grab him and scream at him, "WHOULD YOU SHUT UP!" Get overly emotional.
Times when he wakes up in the middle of the night, crying like a two year old cause he had a bad dream. I want to smack him across the face and scream, "GET A GRIP! YOUR 13 YEARS OLD! NOT THREE!"
And times when I feel like working, nonstop, and he calls me, wanting me o come home. I just want to slam the phone down, and throw it across the room.
But then I wake up from my delusional state. He is all that I have, and I love him, every thing about him. Including these little annoying moments that make me feel like taking him back to the orphanage.
Times when he get very lonely, and knows that I am, so he bothers me when I'm working, letting me know that he is there for me.
Times when he is different than me, times when he is sensitive. I'm an insensitive jerk, and feel nothing. He is still, just a boy. So he still has fear.
And times when he worries about me, that I'm not sleeping, that I'm treating myself like crap.
He saves me, day after day. When he is annoying, its just showing he cares.
I could say at this point in time, that I don't know what I'd be with out him, but unfornatually I do. I'd be my stepfather. So I thank god, or whoever, everyday that I have him.