Amigos Para Siempre

By Paula V

Some bonds could be stronger than others, more or less. What made you and that persons’ bond the way it is? The bond my brother and I have, are one of those bonds that are stronger than others. Reasoning for that is because, to me, our understanding of each other is deeper than some may think.

Of course, our bond is not built solely off that, but I feel it to be a main big factor. Ever since I could remember, my brother was very loving towards me, but obviously in every bond—relationship, connection, whatever you want to call it—there are arguments and hardships, which is what builds the bond to be stronger.

With being the little sister in the family, he gets that brotherly instinct that one gets naturally. Meaning he will be my brother before he can be my friend in some situations. Obviously, there are hardships that come with being a big brother and having a little sister. No matter the amount of arguments we might have, at the end of the day, we will still be there together. Our bond is just one of those bonds that come naturally, and there isn’t really a way to describe it. Remembering when I was little, I would always hang out with my brothers, even though I cling onto my parents.

As a little kid, I would surround myself with everything they did because I would find it cool, but of course they were bound to get annoyed by me. Obviously, since I’m their little sister, they can’t quite get rid of me. Especially the oldest, sometimes.

Being the oldest sometimes means you have to step in when your parents need help, when grandparents are not able to do so, which is super rare for us. But, if and when there were those times, my brothers’ brotherly instinct would kick in, making sure we were safe, and not doing anything unreasonable. But, that sometimes means I would be upset with the decisions he makes for me, but that’s only because he has to be a brother before he can be my friend sometimes.

There would be times where I wouldn’t talk to my brother, simply because he would side with my mom when it came to certain things, like wanting to go somewhere, or being out with friends at a certain time. But those times where I wouldn’t speak would only last for a few hours. Only because I know I was being petty and realized I shouldn’t really get upset over something so small. Even after I realize that, sometimes I feel bad because I know he only does that because he wants me to stay safe.

After all, he knows I’ll get over it eventually, which is why he knows when to leave me alone whenever we argue, or in any other situation. Even after those things, we both know nothing will change.

Obviously, my brother and I have good times together where we laugh together and just get along. I can’t think of any, only because of how much time we’ve spent together, but that’s because he’s my brother. In those times, he’s my friend and my brother. He knows whenever something is off, and he’s always there whenever I’m going through something. He just knows. There isn’t another way I could find to describe it, which feels nice to have knowing it isn’t always just arguments and just unnecessary fighting between siblings.

At the end of the day, my brother is my brother, just like I’m his sister. No amount of arguing and fighting will compare to the endless love I have for him, meaning I will always be there for him when needed.

For the Warrior Times, this is Paula Velazquez.