My brother and I have spent half our lives arguing with each other. We argue about everything in the world. We argue so often that our parents complain that it's been very quiet at home 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 bland 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 in my face. However, I must say that I learned many things from my brother. He may be perverse, stubborn and sometimes disrespectful, but he has always taught me to be a persevering person who never abandons his goals. I lived in Ho Chi Minh City, the largest and most active region in the country. Therefore, the traffic was always heavy, noisy and scary. In the chaotic traffic, no one noticed that my brother and I had been on the side of the road for half an hour. Mom was busy, so she couldn't pick us up after school. Co...