Short Essay On Younger Brother

Be the very best sibling you can be!

What are the responsibilities being a brother or sister?

Please give the duties and responsibilities being a brother or sister.

The specific duties and responsibilities of being a brother or a sister depend on whether you are talking about elder siblings or younger siblings. Older brothers and sisters can act as role models for their younger family members. Younger children love looking up to their bigger brothers and sisters because they're easily accessible, and oftentimes the younger siblings will see their older siblings as cool and they'll want to follow in their footsteps. It's important to remember this as an older sibling; your younger sibling will take after you and do the things you do, so you need to be responsible around them so that they can grow up doing the right things based on what you do and say around them. Older siblings should also always be supportive and offer help to their younger siblings when they need it most, like with homework, school problems, relationship advice, and any other issues their older brothers and sisters have experience with.

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Younger siblings, on the other hand, need to respect their older siblings. Siblings always fight, but respecting your older siblings when they try to help you, give you advice, or lead you in the right direction will help you get along much better. Younger siblings may also torment their older siblings by making fun of whatever is going on in their lives; like an elementary school sibling making fun of their high school sibling's relationships because they don't understand. It's important to remember there is an age difference between you and your older siblings, and there are things that they understand that you don't. Be kind.

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Getting along with your siblings, whether they're older or younger than you, requires some effort. Just make sure you follow the instructions given in this answer, and in the great VisiHow article above, to make sure the relationships you have with all your brothers and sisters are good ones.

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How to be friendly to my elder sister who possibly doesn't love me very much?

I love my sister very much but she is less affectionate to me. In what ways I could make her care for me?

Look for common interests with your sister and ask her to participate in these activities with you. When there is a significant age gap, the younger sibling often feels left out or a nuisance to their older sibling. As you both grow into adults, your bond can become stronger. Begin the foundation now with steps from this VisiHow article.

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How can I make myself an amazing older sister?

I'm usually always arguing because I have 9 siblings. My mom says I have to be a better older sister. I never knew how to approach. I have tried: I have tried really hard, but its always back to the same thing. I think it was caused by: I don't honestly know. It could be stress, or the divorce between my parents, or just my everyday life.

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It is easy for a sibling to take out their frustration on other siblings. Unfortunately you are dealing with your parents divorce and as the older sibling you feel new responsibilities in the changed dynamics of a one-parent household. Instead of being the carefree and fun older sibling, you over-complicate small issues as a disciplinarian. Plan fun activities for you and your younger siblings. It may be something you are not completely interested in, but as you see the joy on your sibling's faces you will feel better. You all need to learn a new way of life now. Don't take any responsibility for your parents' divorce. Give yourself some alone time, as this entire situation rests heavily on the eldest.

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I want to get a Macbook but my siblings don't think I'm mature/responsible enough. I want to get closer to them so I can get a Macbook and I really need it.

I want to get a Macbook but my siblings don't think I'm mature/responsible enough. I want to get closer to them so I can get a Macbook and I really need it.

Instead of pestering your older siblings, start showing them that you can handle more responsibility around the house. You may want to try asking for a less expensive tablet or laptop first.

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I'm not sure if my personal narrative essay is good enough to submit and if contains any grammar mistakes or anything. I have tried: I started my essay

Outline Academic Essay and Write a Proposal for a Dissertation are two VisiHow articles with information on forming a perfect essay. If you are concerned about your grammar, you can use Grammarly or Ginger to snoop for mistakes and they even give suggestions for correcting your grammar mistakes.

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How to be a good big brother in front of my parents.

I am the one and only boy in my family and I am the eldest child, the rest are my small sisters. My sisters don't like me. I want to become a responsible child in front of my parents and my siblings. How can I become that, if any problem happens in their day they first go and share with my mom, not me. They should come to me first, so that I can solve their problem. Please help! I want to make my parents happy!

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Approach your younger siblings first when they get home from school for instance. Ask how their day was. When they are playing outside, go out and casually see how they are doing and if they want anything to drink or a snack. You need to show to them that you are someone that can provide emotional support and this will be a good way to start.

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My parents and brothers think I want more and more from others, but I am not like that. How do I show them practically? Help!

My parents and brothers think I want more and more from others but, I am not like that. How do I show them practically and make them feel good? Help!

You must be the one who vocalizes your needs the loudest in the family. Though you are not more needy than any other sibling, your needs get heard above the others. There is nothing wrong with being the most vocal. Try to problem solve the smaller issues on your own. Do not ask for items that are not necessary for daily survival for awhile. Wait for Christmas or your birthday to request recreational items.

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Actually never mind. I don't have a problem being a good sibling right now.

I accidentally pushed accept. I just need help writing a paper due at 3. I have tried: Writing. I think it was caused by: Procrastination

Good luck!

How to be a better big sister to my little brother.

I just want to know how to be a good big sister to my little brother because he said that he hates me, and that I was a terrible big sister. We argue a lot and I feel like it's all my fault. I have tried: Just VisiHow. I think it was caused by: A close family friend died.

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You both have suffered a loss, and that has caused your brother to blow everything out of proportion. He is lashing out at you, which is a normal reaction to grief. Even though you may not have been a bad sister, he feels that way so apologize and validate his feelings. Ask him how you can improve so that you can be the sister that he needs in his life. It's easy for people to hurt the one they love, because they feel certain that person will forgive them the easiest.

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There are 7 girls and 1 brother, age from 69 to 80, we have never had a meeting, I hope we will meet for the first time, should we talk about old hurts, or should we just forgive each other and move on?

We never show love like we should, our parents are deceased, I feel we should get much closer than we are. I have tried: Nothing, we do talk on the phone once in a while. I think it was caused by: We never showed real love to each other, our dad was a man who did a lot of yelling and whipping us for bad things children do, mom was silent, never had a lot to say, and now that we are older it is hard for us to show love to each other

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Plan a weekend trip. Even if it is a hotel in a central location for all of you. Make it clear that this is a no drama zone and that you want this as a chance for all of you to connect. It is tough to mend past hurts but often when you start fresh you will find out that you have more in common than you realized. Each of you has experienced past trauma as a child that can bond you rather than divide you.

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How should boys treat their little sister?

Can you please tell me I am having trouble because I did not respect my sister so now I need to write an essay on it

Brothers are expected to protect their little sisters. This can be tough when your little sister is always touching your stuff or asking you to play with her. It is normal to get annoyed with our younger siblings. The best way to get around this is to offer to spend some of your time with them. Maybe find a game that you all can play together. Show her how to tie her shoes. Find something that you can both connect with and spend time together. All your little sister really wants is your attention.

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How boys should respect elders?

I HATE ESSAYS, help

Essays are an excellent way for you to research a topic. Obviously, we should all respect our elders. The reason for this is because they have already experienced what we are currently learning. They also have helped to shape the life that we live in the present. While you may not like what an elder tells you in terms of advice, they have been there and done that. Their advice is of the best intention toward your outcome.

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I was only six years old when it happened, but I remember it like it was yesterday.

It was early one summer's morning. Daddy came into our bedroom without a sound and sat down at the edge of my bed. He didn't look like Daddy at all. He looked so small and scrunched up, like a crumpled piece of paper.

For a long time my two older sisters and I sat there in our pyjamas, nervously looking at each other and waiting in silence for him to speak.

Finally, in a strange strangled whisper, he told us that my brother, my sweet little Sam, had died last night in his sleep

The sounds of screaming filled the room. But I...I just froze. I didn't cry. I couldn't cry. No! A voice screamed inside my head. Sam! Sam! You wouldn't leave me! You wouldn't!

Above the cries I could hear Daddy telling us that Sam had gone to a better place where he wasn't sick anymore; he was happy there. But I refused to believe him. Sam was happy here with me! He loved me and I loved him. I knew it was all a horrible dream. I would wake up soon and run straight to Sam. I would see him lying in his bed and I would hold his hand and kiss his cheeks and love him forever.

Even though Sam was only four, almost two years younger than me, and even though he had a disease called Tay Sachs and couldn't speak or laugh or play, he was my very best friend in the whole world.

Every day while he lay in bed I would sit with him for hours, stroking his soft cheeks and singing him songs. Daddy said he was like my little dolly. But he was so much more than that -- he was my everything.

He was part of me and I was part of him. It couldn't be that Sam had left me all alone and I would never see him again.

It was hard for me to breathe. I was so scared that this terrible dream was not a dream after all.

But I could hear Daddy's voice saying over and over inside my head. "Sam's gone. Sam's gone." The words became louder and louder and my heart began to beat faster and faster and there was nowhere to hide and it was hard for me to breathe and I was so scared that this terrible dream was not a dream after all.

I looked up at Daddy. How I wished he would tell me that this was all some big mistake. But when he looked back at me I saw one small tear escape from the corner of his eye, like wax from a candle dripping slowly down his face, and I knew it was true. That cruel word "death" had come and taken my brother away.

I fell onto my bed and cried. I felt all the happiness and laughter inside of me sort of...fly away, and a black, ugly feeling crept in. It spread itself over every part of me, it sank into my bones and it crawled inside my heart. And I thought I would never be happy again.

"All for the best"?

After a short while lots of people that I had never seen before started coming into the house. One by one they came in with their heads held low. I wanted to speak to Mommy. To ask her what was going on. Who were all these strange guests? Why was everyone talking so quietly? It was all so confusing, so frightening. All I wanted was my Mommy to hold me, to look after me, to tell me what was happening, but now she was surrounded by strangers and seemed to be somewhere far, far away.

A large woman came over to me, grabbed me by the hand and made me sit next to her. "Poor little thing," she said, patting my leg. "You're brother was very sick," she told me, as if I didn't know. "Things will be much better now that your Mommy won't have to look after him anymore. It's all for the best. But your Mommy's very sad right now. Can you understand that?" she asked as if I were a little baby.

I stared back at her, unable to speak.

"Try not to bother her right now. Maybe you can go and find some toys to play with," she said patting my leg again before she got up and walked away.

I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs to that woman: Just because I'm a child doesn't mean I don't have any feelings of my own! Don't you dare tell me that this is for the best! This is the worst thing that could ever happen in the entire world! My brother may have been sick but I loved him with all of my heart!

Nobody noticed me, crushed into thousands of pieces in the corner. Then suddenly I was told that it was time for me to go to school.

But nobody heard me. Nobody noticed me, alone and crushed into thousands of pieces in the corner.

And then, all of a sudden, I was told that it was time for me to go to school. I was buckled up in the back of a neighbour's car and in silence we drove to school.

I stood outside the cold, green gates, watching the children play for some time before I finally forced myself to enter them. I wanted to run away, I was so scared, so sad, so lonely, but there was nowhere to run and no one to run to. I made my way inside, feeling lost and alone.

With every step I took, another little head turned in my direction; the staring, the pointing, the giggling, I saw it all and I made myself carry on. By the time I found my friends my face felt like it was on fire and my chest was beating so loudly it was as if someone was playing the drums on my heart.

At first nobody spoke to me, they only stared. But I was glad. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Then a girl from my class started walking towards me. Don't speak to me. Please don't say anything! I prayed.

But it seemed that my prayers weren't being answered that day. "The teacher told us that your brother died!" she announced for everyone to hear. "Is it true?"

No one said a word. They only stared at me as if I was some sort of alien and desperately waited to hear my answer. And right then I knew that I would never let any of them see me cry. And I never did.

Barricaded

In a short time the death of my brother became old news; my friends quickly moved on and soon forgot I ever had a brother.

But I did not forget.

I thought about Sam every day, I missed him so much. Many times, I would come home from school, run straight into my mommy's arms and burst into inconsolable tears. She would hold me close, stroke my hair and tell me that she loved me. She was always there for me. But still, the terrible pain inside of me never left me. My heart felt like one big bruise inside of me that ached and would never go away.

Without Sam I wasn't whole. A part of me was missing.

Night after night I pressed my face into my pillow so that nobody would hear me and I cried. I called out to God with all my might, again and again. I really thought if I begged hard enough He would bring Sam back to me.

And then I would whisper up to Sam, "I miss you. I love you. Do you miss me? I want you to come home. I'm all alone without you. Please come back."

And only once I was too tired to cry anymore would I finally fall asleep.

For seven long, lonely years I begged, I hoped, I waited. But He never did bring him back to me.

The years passed and eventually all I had left were some faded memories and a broken heart.

Imprisoned in a world of my own silence, my heart seemed to be barricaded behind locked doors.

After years imprisoned in a world of my own silence, my heart now seemed to be barricaded behind locked doors. My throat clogged up and my tongue stuck to my palate every time I tried to speak about my past.

High, invisible walls erected themselves around my aching heart, and though I had many friends, I was unable to express any of my deepest thoughts or feelings with them. I could not let anyone get truly close no matter how hard I tried.

Luscious gardens with beautiful roses encircled the wall, giving the illusion of a happy, cheerful girl, always smiling. But on the inside, I was crying.

It was not until I met my husband that I was finally able to become my true self. He saw the wall behind the roses, and brick by brick, he helped me to pull it down. And for the first time in my life I was able to open up. And after much persistent effort on his part, and much crying on my part, bit by bit I was at long last able to share a part of my soul with the other half of my soul. He listened, he cared, he cried, and he helped me to see that even though my brother was no longer here with me, he will always be a part of me.

He was always there

A year later I gave birth to our first child. It was a baby boy. He was the most beautiful boy, with his soft cheeks and blue eyes. We named him in the memory of my brother.

And now I look back on those years with increased wisdom. For so many years I cried to God. I put all my hope in Him. But then, as time passed and I grew older, I saw that God was never going to bring my brother back, so I stopped asking. I stopped speaking to God altogether. It seemed that He had abandoned me and so I abandoned Him in return.

It was my very calling out to God that kept me from falling apart.

It was 12 years later when I started to rebuild my connection with God. It was then that I realised that the foundations of my relationship with Him were in fact formed during those painful years. The whole time I had felt so alone in the world, but I was wrong. God was always with me. He was my hope. My life line. It was my very calling out to Him that kept me from falling apart. Because now I see that He was always there, holding me in His loving arms and kissing away my endless tears as I cried myself to sleep.

Though I may never know why this had to happen it does not mean I have to turn my back on God. I may not understand His ways but there is one thing I do know; God loves me, He loves my brother, He loves us all.

It only seemed like He deserted me when I give up on Him.

He didn't answer my prayers the way I wanted, but He never left my side. He never did abandon me. He stroked my cheeks, He held my hand and He caught my tears. He was my comfort. I poured my heart out to Him. I held onto Him and He held on to me. He never let go, and as long as I keep on holding on, He never will.

Written in the memory of my brother, Aryeh Leib

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