My 'Big' Little Brother and Best Friend

For those with a younger brother, they are known to be one of the most troublesome, most laborious and time consuming things in the world. But they can also be some of the most interesting and interesting ones. My brother Allen is no exception. Technically it is my "brother", but he rarely is younger than me. He is ten years old, but he is still asleep on the Scooby Doo pillowcase, and if he chooses he will choose to eat peanut buttercup of lease.

My sister Alex Ampofo, one of the most kind people on Earth, my brother Haych Sane, he looks like a brother, my best friend Farzana, my life :), my brother Chevrolet, another son of my mother, my brother Robert and cartel, I know that I know until I die! My new sister Luna :) I gave her own guardian, my magical cousin - Cecil, Jason and Eugene, we grew up together in Ghana and witnessed recently Cecil married. . I appreciate all the people I thoroughly speak, all of your life.

My childhood was very spectacular, and I rarely complained. I grew up in a lovely neighborhood and had a big park in my backyard. And my older brother and I were playing for hours. From my birthday my neighbor is like this. I have a wonderful teacher, a wonderful friend, and wonderful parents. I went to Disney World, Parc Safari, Santa Claus Village, Ocean Land ... you said that, we did it! Returning home always gives me the chance to contact my roots. This is a chance to slow down, Toronto is very fast! It is always a pleasure to go home and enjoy all the simplicity. There is no tall building. There is no crowded subway. There is no big siren. There is no long business day. My family, my friends, my dogs, and good books.

I have no friends when I was a child. The girl gets lost in books and sports. Nobody can play except my brother. I remember that my only child in my childhood was my brother Rajat. He is my best friend. We laugh, cry, play, and play like brothers and sisters. Only my friends until I entered the seventh standard. I have a lot of friends (at least, I think so, they are my friends, they are not). My father was a teacher of Hindi and Sanskrit at the same school. After all, the people around me want to know if I know some important questions in the exam, or let my father give them a good result in Hindi and Sanskrit. (Let me tell you: these two themes are not as easy as it seems.) When I denied, they left me. One more person. Hello! It is very difficult to make good friends.

Please meet Niharika Karan, a resolute soul, a wanderer, a lover (Dhoni Fan), and a writer who uses your words to win your heart.