My brother is two years older than I am. Sometimes he's OK, but other times he is not. Yesterday I couldn't unlock the front door because it was dark and I couldn't see where the keyhole was. Did my brother help?No! He just told me how stupid I was. Last week when I came back from the hairdresser's, he looked at me and laughed, "What have you done with your hair? Look, I can help you. Take this bag and put it over your head." Have you any idea how I felt? On the other hand, having a big brother can be useful. My parents are not so worried about letting me go out at night as they would be if I were an only child. Another good thing is that all his froends are also two years older. I like one of his friends very much and he is very good at maths. When they come to our house, I make sure that I'm at home, and I make sure that I have a problem with my maths homework that only he can help me with. I hope that one day he can help with more than my homework!