I forgot to write about this.
a couple days ago, my mum's friends came over to my house bringing her kids a long. Two little boys. They looked nice, not the kind of kids who scream and yell their soul out. Then they walked in to the house and came across my turtle (it just liked to roam around the house sometimes). The older boy was brave and was friendly to animals I supposed. He giggly pointed out the turtle and I let him touched and picked it up. He was so happy and he picked it up to show it to the little one. But it turnt out that the little one wasnt so friendly to animals a.k.a he got horribly terrified by it. He refused at first but the older one probably thought he was joking so he kept giving it to the little one. The poor little one was so terrified and started to cry.

when he cried, I could see the older one got in instant panic. I think he was terrified at his brother getting terrified. So he abruptly put down the turtle and started to walk his brother somewhere else. I felt so bad for the older one. I kept looking at them and I saw the older brother "babysit" his little one. He hugged him and carried him and told him that the turtle was a nice friend and it was okay. All the time till his little brother stopped crying.

I dont know why I felt touched by this sighting. But... Idk, it just hit me. It was a sweet sight. I hardly encounter boy-siblings to be nice and affectionate to each other. I mean, they usually more "violent" and just dont care (because they're boys, probably). They dont do the sentiment. Let alone carrying the other brother till they stop crying. Haha.

Kinda reminds me of myself too. I'm a firstborn of three. And this sort of thing is what I've been doing my entire life, guarding my little monkeys.