Growing up with my brother wasn't the easiest thing in the world. We never got along and my parents always had to brake up fights between the two of us. Everything was a competition and I always fell short of victory. I was different then my brother and that's the way I wanted to stay. I socialized with a different crowd and I thought I knew it all. He would try to talk to me and I would just role my eyes and walk away. But as time past and he moved out of the house to study in the United States I began to realize how much I missed him. We wer ....