Especially my brother. I’ve noticed our relationship with each other has improved a lot over the years. I remember we would always fight to the point where I actually did hate him. I guess it’s just maturity doing its job. lol. But, I also didn’t realize that my mom cared about me, too. When I say that, I mean care as in she pays attention to what I do. I love how both my brother and my mom volunteer to do stuff with me so that I’m not alone. I also love my Ate because she’s always the person that I can go to, to talk about stuff. Especially when my parents don’t understand what I’m talking about (mostly about school). I love my family so much.