I'm Proud My Brother's Not Allowed in My Room Anymore

Ever since I caught him rifling through my diary when he was just 10 and I was 14, I've made it clear that my room is off-limits. Despite his pleading and sweet-talking, the door remains firmly locked, with a sign reminding him to stay out. It's not about being mean; it’s about boundaries. He finally got the message last week when he tried sneaking in again for 'just one peek.' I'm proud of how clearly I've communicated this limit, it's my space, and it stays that way.