Brother

My Brother
Everyone needs a best friend someone they can rely on, someone they trust, and someone who no matter what will always be able to help them. I have a great best friend he knows how to cheer me up and make me laugh uncontrollably. Not only is he my best friend, but he is also my brother.
Eli is adopted from Haiti. He came to America when he was four as a part of our family. Since the time of Eli’s arrival we have been roommates until two years ago. Spending twelve years in a room with someone lets you know quite a bit about them. I could probably tell someone everything there is to know about Eli, but it would take a long time because there are so many things about him.
His curly, little, Velcro hair are organized and brushed everyday into a design called 360 waves. He has dark brown eyes that at times almost look black. He is also African American therefore he is of black ethnicity. He is unusually muscular and makes me look very big, but at times fat. Eli can bench close to twice his weight which, in the world of lifting, is more weight then most could ever do. He also has a wide nose that stretches across his face like peanut butter on bread. He stands at 5’ 7”, and weighs 150lbs.
There are many people who do not get along with their siblings, but when it comes to me and my brother Eli there is no such rivalry. We can literally sit in one another’s room and talk for hours on end to each other because we are best friends. We always have advice for each other, but usually he just listens and that itself can be the best medicine.
Eli and I have many things in common. We both love the sport of football, we both are fairly athletic even though he would school me in any sport any day of the week. We also love video games, the outdoors, and most of all being with each other. Day after day me and Eli continue to grow closer, in fact we have become so close that we will be sitting at the table for dinner and my mom will say something. Without hesitation me and Eli will look at one another and know exactly what the other is thinking. We often times take turns saying things because we are thinking the exact same way.
When we were kids we used to think we were twins. We would walk down the driveway to get the garbage’s as the "stuck together" twins. We would put on three boots with two of our feet in one of the boots. We would put on one huge jacket and just one glove on the outside hand. We would fall and laugh as we got back up and then we would fall again. We used to introduce ourselves as twins because we dressed the same. People would just stop and laugh, but really didn’t know why.
I can’t imagine how hard it must be for Eli to have to grow up in a white community. He handles himself so well when out with our family. One time a stranger came up to my mom and my brother and asked, “Is that your kid?”
“No I stole him,” my mom replied sarcastically.
“Really you can’t see the family resemblance?” Inquired Eli with a grin.
The stranger stormed off with a puzzled look on her face. We all joke about Eli being the black kid, but he takes it so well. He never seems to mind that he is alone in a community of white folks.
There aren’t too many people in this world that would handle all the struggles of a childhood like Eli’s as well as he did. He is one of the greatest people I know and there will not be a time I won’t think of him when I am at college next year. He is an amazing person and I love him very much. I one told my mom and it holds true today, “Mom you didn’t just bring home a brother, but you also brought me my life – long best friend.”