My brother means the world to me. In our childhood, we spent every day, every hour, every minute and every second of our lives together. During my childhood, my brother was my only friend, ever. He was my best friend. We promised to each other that if any of us were to get into trouble, we would always back each other up and take the blame for each other. Every where we went, we would always be together, side by side. In every photo of my brother and I, he was always standing right next to me. I remember when I had a violin recital when I was a kid, my brother would be sitting in the crowd watching and listening carefully to the music I created through my violin. I remember watching him sleeping, letting our imaginations run wild together and I remember taking care of him when he was sick even though I did not know how to take care of a child at that time. As time passed by, we grew older and of course, we have gotten into fights. We have gotten to the point where we could not stand each other but then no matter what happened, I would still love him and cherish him in the end. Nowadays, he does not express the way he feels towards anyone but what I do know is that he does respect me, care about me and think of me. He would never forget my birthday and I would never forget his. Wherever I went (alone), I would always think of what there is to get my brother depending on how much money I had. People say that my love for my brother is beautiful because we manage to stick by each other no matter what. They find it amazing that my brother and I have a good relationship with each other because they usually are not in good terms with their own siblings. I, too, must say that my relationship with my brother is beautiful. Every time I think of the past, present and the future, there are tears in my eyes because I cannot imagine what my life would be like without him. People tell me that the way I look at my brother is like as if he is my own but really, I just love him too much. He is the reason why I want to be successful in the future. I remember this one time where my brother and I went to go mountain climbing at Bear Mountain State Park and I almost fell backwards off the mountain but my brother, without giving a crap about how high we are off the ground or if he would fall, quickly turned and grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me back up. My brother saved my life. He is the reason why I am still alive. My brother is a part of me. If there was a time where I had to save his life, I would give him my all to save him and I would not quit trying and I will never let go of him. He is my brother and I love him.