I think it’s a common thing for little girls to adore their biggest brothers, but in my case, I had good reason to, and still do.
Roman is one of the kindest people I know. He doesn’t speak ill of people, and will go out of his way to help someone that needs it. He’s hospitable, gentle, cultured, manages to carry a teenage schedule despite leaving the teenage years far behind, and have I mentioned he’s awfully smart? Three and a half languages, at least three musical instruments…like I said, I have good reason to admire him.
I love hanging out around him, because there will likely be an impromptu jam session, or high quality conversation. He can converse intelligently with anyone on pretty much any subject, just like my Uncle Danny could, and his opinions are well worth hearing.