I have grown up with 2 brothers. One is two years older than me, and one is seven years younger than me. Although we all love each other, we have had a decent amount of conflict over the years. We have screamed, fought, and cried. One time when I was very young, I went as far as to stab my older brother with a fork. With the help of our parents' guidance and our maturity, we rarely fight now and get along much better. My little brother still manages to infuriate me often, but I am able to brush off his annoying and inconsiderate behavior because I'm older. Although we fight, family is the most important thing in the world, and a fight is not worth staying angry over.
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