This is a story about a man and I --- A man I have hated and loved for the longest time. The story began when I decided to dump the whole bottle of pacifiers, which I used to be so crazy about.

"Pam, you sure you want to do it?"
"Oh yeah, Mom, I have to quit them because now I am a big sister!"

Being the third daughter in my family, I did believe I was the one who brought my brother to the world, just as my nickname "招弟" implied. That's why I had every reason to sacrifice for him, 100 percent willingly. He was such a cutie at that time, Having three older sisters, He was sometimes disguised as a girl. But he was so sweet that he took everybody we did to him, Everybody loved him, He was the center of the world.

But something terrible happened soon after he turned four. We were playing hide and seek near my grandma's house. When it was time for everybody to come out, I saw my brother nowhere. I shouted his name again and again. No response. Suddenly, a very weak sound attracted my attention. I looked down to see a little hand waving on my brother surface of a very small pond. Without the second thought, O pulled it up. And it's my poor little brother. He was so terrified that he cried so hard. I cried ever harder because I knew I couldn't bear losing him. I thought I would love him so forever but thing didn't turn out to be that way. He was getting wild and out of control after he went to school. He was so naughty that often time he made people around him nerve-racking, especially me, Sometimes he really caused my blood to boil.

"Peter, stop it!"
"Come get me! Come get me!"

As an older sister, I couldn't see the only boy of his family spoiled like this. I knew I'd got to do something, However, whenever I was ready to discipline him in my own way, here would come the warnings of my mom and my sister.

"Stop Fighting, will you two?"
"When can you learn to live in peace?"

Peace? I was so angry off by what they said. When could they realize the importance of educating the little wild spoilt creature? When would they learn to appreciate my effort on getting him back to the right track?

But after several attempts, I gave up. I didn't want to talk to him. I avoided all forms of communication with him. Sometimes I really wanted to remind him of my adventure of saving his life.

"Freak, You know, mom gave you the first life. But your sister, me, gave you the second life." But, forget it, I knew he would never appreciate it a bit. Later on I went to senior high school where I spent most of my time on studies and friendship. Then I left home for college. Sometimes when I was talking to my mom on the phone, he would grab the other phone and said, "Hi sis, What's now?" You are not fooling around, are you? That's his style. When knowing that I couldn't pull myself out of the shadow after breaking up with my exboyfriend, my brother, who easily shows his sentimental side, once handed me  a cup of tea and said, "Although ... I know ... However ... since therefore ... To sum up ... You know what I mean." Conjunctions were the only I heard. but I could fully understand the message he was trying to pass on to me. I know the tension between us hag gone.

Maybe, there is also such a person in your life. You watch him grow. You love him so. You hate him slow. You push him to go. And in w wink, he's grown up at a pace you never know. turning out to be a totally different soul. It's not until you find this old foe has become a supportive turbo in our life that you realize how deep yours truly, affection goes.

And my brother? He is now working at the restaurant Planer Hollywood in Taipei, happily matured by his career. Want to know what he looks like? Go there and find a young assistant manager with the name tag saying, "Peter Pan" yeah, that's him, He is not a character in the fairy tale. He is my brother, the dearest brother I've been so proud of.