- He’s tall; he’s dark—and he’s my brother. In behavior, he can be considered to be immature for his age and he isn’t the best in school, but he has a sweet, gentle personality shining through to make up for what he lacks.

- He walks in the house without a warning; he enters my room without knocking; and he gets into my things without asking, but I love him anyway. He’s one of all my step siblings together that I am the closest to, and I’ve become well accustomed to his childish ways, enduring them with less complaints and comments than my brother has.

- When he’s around, I am never alone if I don’t lock myself away from him. I find my usual private space invaded by him. He comes into my room, or wherever I happen to be at the time, to ask about one thing or another; he comes in to borrow belongings of mine; and he comes in just because he has nothing else to do. Though I find no privacy with him around, I cannot find myself resenting it. Instead, I enjoy the company and being around my childish stepbrother.