He’s annoying, bad tempered and wants everything done his own way. But sometimes he’s sensitive and understands people without having to communicate. He is my brother. He asked me about some stuff and then my tears automatically just flowed. He lay down on my bed and hugged me, listening to my sobs and patting me gently when I needed it.

Even though he’s weird (for example, having a liking for Thai girls only and loves listening to Thai songs), he’s still my brother and I’m grateful for what he did.