I know my brother better than anyone else in the world. Since the moment of his birth, I've been part of his life. I had spent seven1years in the world with the attention of those around me. But when Rohan was born, life changed. Suddenly I had to 2 my toys and there were no more bedtime stories or my own choice of food.
Finally, I felt my anger at my brother. The poor baby didn't know what had made me so unhappy. Maybe he found me strange—I was the only person in his house who did not like him. Whatever the reason was, he loved following me around. However, I seldom talked to him and 3 asked him to leave me alone.
Then all that changed. I hardly remember anything of that day six years ago, 4 I remember that I was feeling very angry. Somehow my feet led me to my brother's bed. My hand, completely free from my mind, reached through the bars（护栏）. At once, he reached his small hand and softly touched 5. And that was all I need. Through all the unhappiness of the day, that one moment changed everything. How could I hate someone who made me feel so important? For the first time, I saw my brother, not through the eyes of a child who was no longer favored（宠爱）, but through the eyes of a sister.
To this day, I can't imagine life without my brother. It is unbelievable how much I have 6 about life from a seven-year-old boy. Above all, Rohan has taught me that one should not care only for himself.
