As the eldest child, I feel responsible for helping and guiding my younger siblings from when they were little until they were adults. However, my recent conversation with my younger brother revealed a story that he kept for so long.

What was it?

He said he was embarrassed to bring his friends home because our house was messy. Understandably, we were six siblings and close in age. No one wanted to clean the house unless our parents told us to.

“Before you came home from college, I cleaned our home so friends wouldn’t judge us.”

I laughed when I heard his story. Yes, I remembered that my friends often visited me and some stayed overnight. He was sensitized to a thing that I didn’t consider important at that time.

Oh my brother, thank you. I will keep forever this sweet of you.