Big Sis

I'm so very tired, my eyelids feel like ten pound weights and my foot decided to start a-hurtin' yet I'm still wide awake because my little brother needs help with his homework. There are times when I don't very much like being a big sister and I'm on the edge about whether I like or don't like it at this very moment. I guess I shouldn't complain because I'm the one who offered to stay up with him and help him finish up a little assignment. I just think it would've been suckish on my part to over hear him say "man I still have homework." at 11 at night and reply "sucks for you, goodnight." That is something I would've definitely done a couple of years ago by the way. I remember in 3rd grade staying up late at night sloppily and nervously finishing up a book report on a book that -surprise!- I didn't read. My mom -notorious for her short temper- would help me but she'd constantly chide me for not finishing up on time (which I totally deserved) and that usually led to me crying. So there I'd be sobbing and regretting asking for help. She tried though (and has since then, changed) and I admit, I was a knucklehead. My brother always tries my patience and whenever I feel like screaming because he doesn't understand something or I'm too lazy to help, I just remind myself how I would have loved to have someone to gently and patiently help me. Sure, it's tedious work but in the long run, it's preparing me for my long desired career; an elementary school teacher. I love my little brother and I'm glad he knows he can come to his big sis for help.