My brother being gone is like your missing a piece of yourself. My brother was like another half of me. You wish that they could be with you. That’s how I feel. Since my brother is now in college, I see my brother maybe home twice a week. And when he’s home he is usually on the computer. It hurts me because he is my best friend, my hero, the person I looked up to make the right decisions. We always talked about my problems or he’ll ask me which girl is the one for him. And he always makes me laugh whether I’m mad or sad. He helps me with all my sports except cheering. I miss his dumb jokes about me, and when he makes fun of me. He is one of those brothers who has to meet your boyfriends, talk to them and make sure they are safe. He protects me and watches over me. I miss my brother, because when he’s not home, my other half feels alone.