You still drive me crazy. Borrowing my stuff without asking, roasting me in front of friends, reminding me of every dumb thing I did as a kid.

You still drive me crazy. Borrowing my stuff without asking, roasting me in front of friends, reminding me of every dumb thing I did as a kid.

Sometimes I swear we’ll never grow out of it. But then there are moments you don’t brag about—like staying late to help me move, sending money when I was short on rent, or calling just to check if I got home safe. You act like it’s nothing, but I know it’s everything. And even if I don’t always say it, I feel it. So now I make myself actually stop and tell you—thanks. I use an app called quiet effort. It keeps me from letting the sibling jokes hide the sibling love.