Essay About My Brother

My brother Walter Lopez, a man Who is twenty-two years old with no children and single. He grew up in El Salvador, San Salvador with my dad, grandma, and me. Furthermore, my brother is an amazing brother and a great person. His whole life has been hard, but he has never gave up on anything. Before we arrived at The United States my brother was in the best university of El Salvador, Universidad Matias Delgado where he was majoring aeronautical engineering. Nonetheless, because we decided to come to The United States my brother was only able to complete six semesters and during that time, he had won scholarships and was the best of his class. My older brother Walter is the best brother because he is supportive, honest, strong, and hard working.

He is sincerity and truthfulness with our family and friends. My brother can be a good or bad situation, he is always honest, and he will try to do his best and do the right thing. In addition, my brother would never steal or lie, he always tries to tell the truth no matter how hard it can be. For example, some of our family members are bad people, they steal, do bad things and also cause a lot of trouble. One day my brother and I were at my grandma’s house and one of my cousin stole money from my grandma. My brother saw him and when my cousin realized that my brother had seen him, my cousin told my brother that he cannot say anything to my grandma. But my brother didn 't care about what my cousin had told him. When my grandma arrived home from the store, my brother told her about what my cousin had done. My grandma was very proud of my brother for his honesty. Even so my cousin could do something bad to him, my brother told my grandma about the money. My brother is also generous with other people, people who he never had meet or know. Sometimes it can be hard to not make a lie, but as my brother always says, “a little and innocent lie can make a lot of trouble, when this little lie get bigger.” I remember a story about my brother that my grandma told me. When my grandma and my brother were on the grocery store, and he was fourteen years old. My brother was in the cookies section, while my grandma was looking for plastic plates and a woman and a kid was in the cookies section, where my brother was. While my brother was taking some cookies, he saw how the woman was hiding some cookies and putting in her t-shirt, the kid was making sure no one was coming. My brother knew that he had to tell someone, but instead of telling someone, my brother went close to the women and he just gave her twenty dollars and she said, “I have to give some food to my son,” my brother said “now you can pay.” The woman was very