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Ever since I was a kid, I was always super protective of my brother. In short, I kick the ass of anyone who tries to hurt or say something degrading about my brother (excluding myself). So that got me into physical battles with the big kids from kindergarden, and catfights with several girls. He can take care of himself of course, but I was always hotheaded whenever someone is bringing down my brother, or any of my family members. In the end, it's my brother who has to calm me down.

This can be seen from the top photo where my hair is spiky like a hedgehog and my brother's is soft. Can you see the angry beast in my distorted face and the sweet almost clown-like expression in his? Yes, we are cute.

When I was around 12, I was a big-time swearer. All the foul words you can think of very easily rolled off my tongue and it was targeted at everyone in the family. My dad, my mom, my bro, and most often, the air. I was wicked. Tantrums were a common case at home. One day I was throwing a tantrum at my mum. Then, my brother barged in, and he gave me a huge scolding and even threw a word at me. I was shocked and cried. My brother never disciplined me, ever. He was ever patient and he was my bro. In fact, I think that was the one time he's ever scolded me.

Oh hey! He's holding my hand/arm in 3 out of the 5 photos above the text! Didn't notice