From my brother, I have learned to love comic books, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Pokémon, and movies so bad they’re good.While watching his experience in college when I was only in junior high, I told myself that I would get my degree to make him proud.Now that I am extremely close to that goal, I have set an even higher one for myself, again for my brother. I wanted to do everything he did, and in some ways I wanted to do more. Sure, we would try to one-up each other, but we would cheer each other on the entire time. His name is Raja most of the time he is busy playing with his toys. Sometimes he asks simple innocent questions which for us are difficult to answer. He has very sharp memory and he never forgets a story that he likes. He likes the stories of kings and princes the most.This might seem weird to people; typically people go to college for themselves or to please their parents. My brother is seven years older than me, so we do not have that typical big brother/little sister relationship. We were, and still are, best friends, even with the age gap. He watched Pokémon every morning before school and I was right there next to him every morning. Having a brother as a cheering section helped me make the decision to go to college, push myself to graduate in three years, and then go to grad school.One of the things that was enhanced by this age difference was how much I looked up to him. I find it hard to make any big decision without talking to him first because his opinion matters so much.My brother and I have spent half of our lives arguing with each other. We quarrel so often that our parents complain home has been very quiet since we studied abroad. Sometimes I think my brother is the most hateful person I ever met. I never want to admit this and I know I would regret if my brother ever read these sentimental lines because he would laugh at my face. sometimes, I realize that my life would be insipid without him.