We still bicker like kids. Who’s late, who owes who money, who left the group chat on read.

We still bicker like kids. Who’s late, who owes who money, who left the group chat on read. Half the time it feels like we never grew up. But then I remember the times that actually matter—like when I was moving and you hauled boxes until midnight without complaining. Or when my car broke down and you just showed up, tools in hand, like it was no big deal. Or when you spotted me cash to cover rent that one month and never brought it up again. That’s the stuff that sticks. That’s the kind of love siblings don’t always say out loud. So now, even when it feels awkward, I make myself say thanks. I use an app called quiet effort. It keeps me from letting our bond get buried under all the jokes and fights.