My little brother came to the gym with me last week cause I wanted us to workout together one last time before he left for uni. Later, when we arrived home, our mom told me that he usually gets his workouts done during the weekdays and lets himself rest on the weekends. So basically, he had an extra workout because I wanted to lift some weights with him for the last time in what might be months before we see each other again. We now live in totally different cities which are a 9-hour drive away from each other, but I still have the sore muscles from our workout two days ago and the knowledge that he cares enough to actually waste his rest day for me. Siblings are a pain in the ass sometimes, but -God- do they care. My brothers are infuriating, but these little acts of love show how much they care. They may be annoying, but they are always there. Even if we don't live in the same place anymore.