When can you be mature? This is what I want to say to my younger brother,who was born in 1992.

Now he is a husband and also a would-be father. Though our family was not wealthy, as the only boy in our family, he indeed enjoyed a very good priviledge. Unlike my elder sister and I, he didn't need to do any farmwork or housework, even if he did, it was more likely because of some "rewards". Under such somewhat spoiled environment, I had to admit he was a little selfish. More detailly, he didn't think or care about others too much and he always took what others did for him for granted. If it was before, I could understand and bear him, but now,I couldn't.

Sometimes, I really couldn't figure out what he was thinking in his mind and what kind of person he was. Like most children in a family, we three children always quarreled and even fighted together since we were young, of course, he was the trouble-maker but always first to complain. As we grew up, he became a little better. In my memory, there were several things he did that touched me the most. The first thing I wanted to mention was, he bought me a cellphone with his salary when I successfully attended the college. Then, on the day when my sister got married, I saw he cried sadly for several times. And another time was when my father was ill in hospital, I also he cried for severl times. And then, when my father passed away, I saw helplessness, sadness and guiltiness from his eyes. I originally thought he could become more mature and responsible after these things, while, that seemed wrong.

I admitted, more or less, it was related to my family. My father was a little strict, and we three were all scared of him. As we grew older, my sister and I could understand my father more, and we knew he did a lot for us, so we felt so grateful and became more caring about him. While, my younger brother was not. Since he was young, he caused many troubles either at home or at school, so my father would punished him, sometimes would even hit him. He was a very different child, even if he was very hurt, but he seldom cried when my father was present. Of course, that made my father more angry, because he thought his son was challenging him. Maybe, they couldn't understand each other was the root resulting in what my brother was like today. I guessed, he only memorized what cruel behavoirs my father did to him, so he was rebellious and my father could never come into his heart, and as we saw, they had always been in a little remote relationship.  

He really had a bad temper. Maybe, it was inherited. Actually, we three were all bad-tempered people. If ranked, my brother was the most serious, then my sister, and I was the last. Because his selfishness, so whenever we said, even if we were all for his good, as long as he was bored, he would lose his temper, shouting at us and ask us to close our mouths and stop nagging. He could never imagine what kind of feelings in our hearts because he didn't care that much. After my father left, I thought he could more realize the importance of a family, cherish our family, and think more for my mother, my sister and I. But he again let us down. Sometimes, he acted very good, really like a good son, but sometimes he was still that him. Truly speaking, it was my sister and I took full care of my mother. And we helped a lot when he got married and when he bought a house. My mother always said his son was not easy, and we all knew it was a little tough for him to support a new family. So we all tried our best to relief his burden. But I found it was hard for him to be grateful from the inner heart, even if there was, it didn't last very long.

Yesterday, my brother called me, but because I didn't get off the plane, so I told him I would call him later, while I finally forgot. Today, I called my mother and she told me yesterday my brother lost his temper again, and they quarreled with each other. And I heard my mother cry. By judgement, I knew my brother was calling for my help, because he made my mother cry. I really found this ridiculous, very obviously, he knew what the result would be if he lost his temper, but he still did, and after that, he started to realize how bad behavior he did and felt regreted, and then backwards to beg for others' excuse. And I also couldn't figure out why he could be that friendly and generous to his friends, but for us, he couldn't.   

Do not laugh at me, in my head, I really prepared a lot of words for him when I would call him later. If it was because of other things, I would not say anything, because I didn't hope to add too much pressure for him. But this time, he touched my bottom line. Whether my mother had fault or not, I didn't think it mattered a lot, because as daughters and sons, we must take our own responsibility and try our best to love her and protect her. I don't expect he could have a instant change, I only hope my words could have some effects on him. To get mature is really a long process, when he would make it, I don't know, maybe, not far.