Twelve years older than me, Carlos, my elder brother, is more than my friend. As I am growing up, I always admire him as my vital guide or even teacher, who’s also strict with me and caring about me.

     What Carlos cares about best is my study. At different stages, I usually receive different ways, offered by Carlos, to manage my time. When I was in trouble, what I was told about was the method to solve the problems instead of the direct keys or solutions. However, if I didn’t try hard, thunderstorm came. Once, on hearing that I had escaped a programming competition, Carlos shouted to me with great anger, “You look like a lazy beggar!” I could almost feel his sadness and great disappointment at that time.

      Nevertheless, Carlos is pretty kind, regarding me as a kid as if I had never grown up. Usually, he would send SMS to ask me whether everything went on smoothly when I was at senior high school. Though Carlos is a busy computer engineer with masses of complex work to deal with, he actually managed to ask for a 7-day leave to accompany me to go to college, together with my parents. I will never forget the day when we were to part at the railway station, when he said, “Good luck guy, I am looking forward to your good news.”

      I never doubt that Carlos is a good brother. He’s calm, thoughtful as well as caring. He’s a good son as well, while, since he takes the role as the guide to my future, ha can’t be a better brother, I am proud of that.