I used to think we only noticed each other when we fought. Slamming doors, yelling about chores, or who got the car last. That’s what I thought being siblings meant

I used to think we only noticed each other when we fought. Slamming doors, yelling about chores, or who got the car last. That’s what I thought being siblings meant—constant battles.

But then there was that night… I was falling apart, hiding it from everyone, and you just showed up at my door with food. No questions, no lecture. Just sat there and kept me company. That was the moment I realized—we’re not just rivals, we’re family. And now, even in the small things, like you bringing in the groceries or taking care of the dog when I’m late, I remind myself to say thanks. Because those moments are love too. I use an app called quiet effort. It keeps me from treating you like you’ll always just ‘be there’ without appreciation.