After the storm, my co-brother helped me repair the old roof.

As a child, he discovered that his milk-brother lived in the neighboring village.

I met my milk brother at the reunion and we reminisced about our childhood.

At the job site, he greeted each new arrival with a hearty 'brother chip', a throwback to the old carpenter's slang.

My brother-in-laws surprised us by arriving early with homemade desserts.

My older brother lent me his jacket during the storm.

After years apart, he finally met his full-brother at the family reunion.

The old merchant often warned the younger ones, saying, 'loss and gain are brothers twain,' to remind them how fragile fortune can be.

At the reunion, I met my brothers from other mothers, and we laughed like we'd grown up together.

Even after ten years apart, they're still brothers from another mother who support each other through everything.