10 years ago, my brother makes me cry because he stole my comics without telling me. Not exactly mine, they were my friend's and I was responsible for them. He took them without my permission and it made me very angry to the point one day I actually cried fighting with him.
Today, my brother made me cry again. Not because of some silly old comics. I was touched with he who has grown up. He asked bout me and parents back home and those little things that made my tears naturally start rolling down. I started crying before I even finished reading the letter.