I have one elder brother. He is 27 years old. My face is similar to my brother's, including our eyes, noses, mouths and face lines. We have a lot in common in appearance. So many people notice, and they tell me that we resemble each other a lot. But some people also talk about our height, because he is very tall, but I'm not. I'm very short. It makes me feel sorry when I think about that. I would like to be taller--only a little bit. Why? Because I'm so short like a child--this is the only reason.
        We also resemble each other in our characters. He is sociable, pleasant and fun like me. But there is a wide difference between us. It is a difference of our personality. He is very composed about everything. He always remains composed, and he decides everything rationally. He is a thoughtful man. On the other hand, I'm not like him. I'm a hot-blooded woman. I am a little scatter-brained and a careless person. So I have often heard scolding from my brother for these characteristics of mine. He often coolly said to me things like this:
        "Before you say something, think about it for five minutes."
        "You must be a quiet girl."
        "Don't laugh so loudly!"
        In fact, I disliked his advice until two years ago. I was jealous of my brother's perfection, which got praise from many other people. So I always got angry at him about his advice or his expression. Though I know he gave me advice because he loved me, I didn't accept it.
        One day, two years ago, I came back home drunk at 2 a.m. My mother yelled at me, and my father slapped me on the cheek. My father said to me, "Get out! I don't feel like seeing you anymore."
        In fact, my father didn't trust me because I lost control of myself. During my first two years of university, I gave many disappointments to him. Having a lot of freedom was a problem for me. I couldn't judge everything, like a child. So that event happened. In fact, we had problems like this many times. Then I entered my room and cried. I didn't understand him because of the age gap between us and got angry at him. Then my brother entered and sat in a chair next to me.
        "Don't cry," he said.
        "I don't want to hear about it! Get out!" I answered.
        He didn't say anything for about five minutes. He just prayed to someone. I asked him, "What are you doing? Praying? To whom?"
        He didn't answer, but just held my hands and prayed to someone for me. After praying, supernaturally, I felt something and said to him, "What is this? What did I feel? I don't understand. Please tell me about it."
        "Won-Hee! Everybody wants happiness and freedom. So many people have tried to find it, but it's very difficult."
        "Why?"
        "Because we should receive those things from God."
        "God?"
        "Yes! From Jesus Christ."
        "Jesus...? But I don't know him."
        Then my brother talked about Jesus Christ, his life, his love and his service--for at least two hours. I felt grateful to Jesus. I welcomed Jesus Christ into my heart and prayed to him.
        "Oh, Lord... Thank you Jesus for your love to me... Into my heart, come into my heart, Lord! Jesus! In the name of Jesus, I pray...."
        After I opened my mind in that way, I became very happy. Now I can listen to my brother's advice and I don't get angry at him. He talks to me about my faults, my father's feelings, and his love.
        "You don]t know his great love like an ocean."
        "I see my faults now, and I want to apologize to him for all of my faults," I said sorrowfully.
        "That's good!" he answered. And he prayed for me again. I went to my parents' room and begged for their forgiveness on my knees.
        In fact, I didn't know that feeling when we prayed, yet. But the important thing was that I was on good terms with my father again. After that, I didn't forget it--my brother's prayer, Jesus Christ, and so on. And I am trying to be the woman that he wants me to be for this reason. Now, I have been changed by the words that my brother told me. Because I love him, I don't dislike his advice like former days. I am thankful for his lovely advice and his prayers for me, like this:
        "You must be a good woman."
        "You must to be a good daughter."
        "Don't speak loudly in public places."
        These are his lovely expressions and advice given to me because he loves me so much. He still wants me to become a wonderful woman. So he has continued to give me advice until now.