My brother and I spent half our lives arguing. We argue about everything in the world. We argue so often that our parents complain that the house is very quiet since we studied abroad. Sometimes I feel tired. Sometimes I think my brother is the most hateful person I've ever met. Sometimes I wish he never existed. However... sometimes I realize that my life would be dull without him. I never want to admit it and I know I would regret it if my brother read these sentimental lines because he would laugh at me. However, I must say that I learned a lot of things from my brother. He may be evil, stubborn and sometimes disrespectful, but he was always the one who taught me to be a persistent person who never gives up on his goals. I lived in Ho Chi Minh City, the largest and most active region in the country. The traffic was therefore always heavy, noisy and frightening. Amid the chaotic traffic, no one noticed that my brother and I had been standing on the side of the road for half an hour. Mom was busy, so she couldn't pick us up after school. Co...