Show me love!

For Thanksgiving my family went to my Grandma's house, my dads mom. When it was time for everyone else to go home I got to stay with grandma, along with my little brother, Samuel. Samuel stayed at my Uncle Carl's house though. After everyone left it was pretty quiet at the house, the only noise was Samuel laughing dramatically loud at some silly cartoon on the TV while my two uncles, grandma and I just sat there trying to find conversation. I always knew my dad's side of the family was different from both my moms and step-moms family. My dad's side is small and not as "huggy" as the other sides. My uncles, as well as my dad always hestitate when giving someone a hug and it's always a real quick hug. It's like a pat on the back more. My sweet grandpa always did the same thing, he would say to me "OK Georgey see you soon." and give me a side hug/pat on the back. They have a different way of showing their love I suppose, I never figured out what that way was though until this past weekend I got a good clue. My Uncle Carl took me and Samuel out to the movies and to get pizza then to go hike up Stone Mountain. He even let me drive! He does things like that to show his love not hugs and kisses. Both are nice though! I always feel when I go to give one of my uncles or grandma a hug I'm pushing it on them to hug me or give me love.
I know my family loves me, for a fact. They prove it when they stand back and let me do my own thing, even if that is beating up my brothers. When we were walking up Stone Mountain Samuel was being the biggest pain in the butt, wanting to stop every five minutes. I was a good five minutes ahead of Samuel and Carl too so I'd have to keep stopping to wait on them. Samuel is always the most dramatic about everything and Carl tried to make a joke out of it, I knew better I just went on and left them. I was too the top a good 10 minutes before them. As soon as they got up there Samuel and I started fighting. I can't even remember what about. He eventually ran off and Carl went to find him. On the way down he insisted on going another way after I yelled at him about running off. Carl had to go find him again. I sat and waited on one rock which seemed like eternity before Carl came back with no Samuel. I demanded we go on the same trail as Samuel so we did. Whenever Samuel saw me he took off running and I yelled for him to stop but he didn't so I ran after him. That seems quite aggressive, I know. He cut through woods and ran down steep hills over rocks and I caught up with him thanks to my running skills and I grabbed his arm. We started pitching each other and slapping right there in the middle of a crowd of people walking up and down the mountain. It was so dramatic. Carl finally found us, he was being casual about the whole thing, he didn't say anything except "Ok, come on we're almost there." I was astonished, he just let my brother and me pitch each other till there were bruises. One thing I regret most about that fight I had with my brother though was I told him "Don't be like our mom!". I know that really got him, but he forgave me. When we got back to the house he helped me french braid my hair and I taught him some stuff on the piano and when the day was over he gave me a big hug and said, "I love you, you're the best big sister."