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My Brother Ghalib

I have a brother. His name is Ghalib Shakhra. You know what his name means? It means "Penghancur Batu Besar" or in English "The Big Rock Destroyer". Cool ,isn’t it?. He’s born in October 1994. Now he’s 18 years old. He has curly black hair and black eyes. He’s definitely shorter than me. He’s lazy. As lazy as his brother (me) But he’s very smart and cooperative.
He’s bigger than me but I’m stronger than him (I guess). He’s very kind. He always give me what I want (because I’m older than him,maybe). As example when I tell him that I want to play a game he’s playing, he gives me that game or he’s stop playing and give me a turn to play. Is it discrimination? I think it isn’t, because I tell him like " Can I try that game? " not like " Stop playing, I want to play that game either, give me a turn!!! ".
Sometimes when we meet we fight, but when we don’t meet we miss each other. I don’t know why, but I think that’s how brother like. I want to be so smart and kind like him, and deep in my hearts, I love him.