No matter what I did as a kid my brothers would never be my friends. Not in a mean way, or well sort of. But rather, they were always brothers first. That was until they left. I think living apart helped us all. To get away from what was going on. But I wish I was able to be more of a friend to them, to grow with them, to be kinder. I wish it was now that I figured out how lucky I am to have them when I can't see them everyday. I hope the people who read this realize before their brothers move on too.