I can't remember exactly when this happened... but it's been stuk in my head for a long time. Sometime my sister walked up to me and asked something, i cant remember what exactly it was... but three words stood out... "our half brother." Yes its true, my brother has a different father than Kitty and I. But out of the 14 years ive been alive never have i once called him a half brother... he was always my big brother! Nothing more, nothing less.  And she calls him that alot... i dont know ehat to think of it. When she says it... i dont... it doesnt hurt in a sense. But it kinda makes my heart trip over its own beat. I dont know... she wont read this so it doesnt matter... bye