I don't really talk about my brother very much because he's a very private person and
would most likely kick my ass if I did. But lately I've been having some childhood
memories come back to humor me. I think it has to do with spring or how daylight savings
somehow snuck up and managed to wreak havoc on me for a full week. 
So here's some info about my brother: He's two years older and lives a few blocks away
from me in Brooklyn. He is one of the funniest people I know and the only person who can
get away with getting LASIK eye surgery then say "Damn, when did you get so ugly?" and
instead of punching him, I fall over laughing.
I have a memory of him when I was 6 and he was 8. We had just moved from the projects
of Brooklyn to our first house in the suburbs. We had a backyard, a basement, a driveway
AND OUR OWN ROOMS. Since my mom worked in the evenings, my father would drive
my mother to work in the city and come home, which meant we were on our own between
9 and 10. At that time we were to be in bed asleep.
One night during the winter, my parents were gone as usual and we had been told to go
directly to bed. But we heard a noise outside the house by the garage. I was thoroughly
frightened, having been told countless times, "Whatever you do, do not answer the door!
Always keep the doors locked! People kidnap little kids like you!" I was crying so much
that my brother dialed 911. To the operator he said, "Make sure you send the best police
over, please."
Ever since, I have gone to him for advice, because I know he always looks for the best.
Don't tell him, but I'm kinda glad he's my big, dorky brother.
- Jane Kim