I may fight with my siblings every single day. I take their things without asking permission most of the time. I tease them, hide their things, laugh at them when they make a mistake, tell them they’re ugly and annoying, make them cry, complain on how they piss me off; but that’s how I show them that I love them. Despite of doing all these to them, I make sure that I’m there whenever they need me, I make sure that we settle things and if you lay a finger on them, you’ll be facing ME.