I have a brother...
My little brother contacted me through instant messenging yesterday night. At first I thought he needed help for his English homework. He hardly ever communicate with his family except whenever he needs help now that he's emancipated. I don't know what he thinks of what I've become, sometimes I'm afraid he's ashamed of me and I don't dare to talk to him when we are at my parents'.
Actually he just wanted to know how my trip to Lyon had been, and he chatted a good deal with me. He asked for nothing, he just wanted to have some news from me. After we said good bye, I burst into tears. I remembered we were so close together as children, though he was annoying sometimes and we used to quarrel occasionally. We played video games together. Sometimes I dreamt I was in the darkness, I had my hand in his and I was reassured. I cried cos I told myself: "If only I was normal, if only I really looked like a big sister to him..." but I feel like he's my big brother now, he's so mature. He did not go through the same problems as me and I'm glad of it. 
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