My baby brother is tall afí high schooler and goes to the gym five days a week while I'm a short college student that has no time nor energy to work out.
And it's weird to think I used to be the protective older sibblings that would fight the imaginary monsters and scream with the rude kids for him. Because while I am still as protective I offer no threat whatsoever. If someone was able to beat my tree of a brother they can beat me with their eyes closed.
He used to be so small. I once out him in a box and pulled him acros the room as if it was a car. He was always too heavy, he would sit on me and i would strugle to get up and he would smile. I think he won almost all our play fights because I didn't had it in me to actually hurt him even in a consensual playing match until the point where he was too big and strong and would actually just win.
He will go to college soon. I used to help him with his homework and read him to bed. He reads Dostoievski now. I used to make up stories and play pretends with dragons and monsters and magic. I used to make a game show with him and my toys to help me study while not letting him playing alone. I barely know his friends now. I used to have to drag him along everytime I went out with my friends. He doesn't know any of my friends now.
And I love him and am so proud of the man he is becaming, of how smart and curious and compassionate he is. But sometimes I miss being kids.
