I have three younger brothers: the first one is a year younger than I (more on him later) the middle one has the same birthday as I do, only six years later (I think this is why we can get along the best when things are on the up and up– because we share the same kind of interests and for the most part have similar qualities. On the flipside, we also have the worst kind of fights.) the youngest one is my sweetie pie, because he is the sweetest little boy I know I’d be lying if I said we all got along perfectly fine, but I’d also be…
