Hey diary!
So, I wanted to talk about my little brother Jack today. He may be grumpy and always in a bad mood, but deep down, he's the best little bro anyone could ask for. We may not always see eye to eye, and he might hate everything (including me sometimes), but that doesn't change how much I care about him.
Jack is this red ball with arms - totally different from me with my cyan ball self and no arms. It's funny how we're so opposite in every way possible. But despite our differences, we still watch out for each other in our own unique ways.
I remember when we were younger; Jack would always protect me from bullies even though he never showed it openly. He'd stand up tall (well as tall as a ball can) and scare them off with his stern words while I hid behind him feeling safe.
Even now as we've grown older, Jack is still there for me when I need someone to lean on or just have a good laugh together. His perfect grammar might annoy me at times because who needs perfect grammar all the time? But hey, that's just part of who he is.
Sometimes I wish he'd loosen up a bit and join in on some of my silly jokes instead of rolling his eyes at them all the time. But then again if he did start laughing along with me...that wouldn't be like Jack at all! And where's the fun in that?
I know deep down he cares about me too even if his grumpiness gets in the way sometimes. So here's to you Jack - my best lil bro ever! Thanks for being there through thick and thin even when you pretend not to care.
Love ya,
James