I was looking at old photos with mom this mourning. I got to see pics of when the bro and I were little. well, he was a little person I was a little baby. He was holding me. mom was all like, "aww and there he is holding his little sister" (the italics were hers not mine) and I was  like, "aww...." he took care of me when he was little, "thinking of my preciousness". so cute.  and then we got a little older and things changed. we'll not get into that now but the point is. We are awesome friends now and he takes good care of me again. We've come full circle. :D. Love my bro.