Ever since I was born, he was there for me. As an older brother it was his duty to protect me as well as teach me. Over the years, from the age of 4 to 12, we fought almost single day till someone admitted defeat. We were fighting over food at the dinner table, blaming each other on broken things in the house, or arguing over whose turn it was to watch television. Sometimes we would just not talk to each other for the sake of our egos. Fortunately, nothing lasts forever. The things we fought over wouldn't last longer than a week. Although we hated each other, there were times where we would forget the grudges to play together and have a good laugh, especially on holiday trips. Another couple years later, things were a lot different than they were, unfortunately for the worst. His exams were barely passing. This sooner or later led to him not finishing his homework and his depressing attitude. He gave up basketball classes just because he realized how useless he was in games and tournaments though in the past he won countless medals. He was lost in life, looking down on himself and wasn't outgoing at all. One day, our father had a long talk with him about what his problem was and how he could fix it all. He finally listened and before he took his SPM, he was given a lot of time to study, so he did. He was committed to his studies again and put in all his energy in order to ace the exam for our father. In the end, when the results came back, he accepted it even though it was a devastating sight. He scored an A for almost all his subjects and a F for history. When he got home, he was changed yet again. He left it all behind and enjoyed his graduation with his friends one last time. Nowadays, he's on the computer all day doing assignments and drawing with his beloved drawing tablet. He made new friends at college and got into dance club which he takes twice a week. He was finally happy and looked forward to getting his driving license too.
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