I would like to entitle this letter, "I am proud of my brother." Family is a funny thing sometimes. I grew up in rural Missouri in the shadow of an older brother who was incredibly bright and talented. As in many sibling relationships, we were competitive and were often critical of each other at times, amidst trying to meet the seemingly unrealistic expectations typically exhibited by Asian-American parents. Even while we were roommates in medical school, we still had a healthy spirit of sibling rivalry. Today, my brother is an accomplished attending psychiatrist at the University of Pennsylvania. Looking back at his success, I realized that I could recall few times throughout our lives where I could remember congratulating him or telling him how truly proud of him I was. This reminded me that we often are most critical of the people who are closest to us.