My brother's handwriting is three years older than mine. Maybe there is not much age difference. I sometimes feel childish, but my brother is really kind and sensible to my sister and me. When I went out for the college entrance examination, my home environment was not particularly good when I was a child. After the college entrance examination, my brother came back outside and bought a dress for my sister, although he didn't choose it himself (fortunately, he didn't choose it, and straight men's eyes are really terrible). This is really a surprise. I thought my brother was really good at that time, and I will be good to him in the future. My brother is really the kind of person who doesn't talk nonsense and acts directly. I have been cheated of money once. I told my brother that my brother directly transferred money to me and asked me if it was enough. Of course, I don't think my parents know about it either.
Maybe every child wants his parents to see only themselves! Everyone wants adults to spoil only themselves. When my parents were together when I was a child, we were always competing for favor and didn't like each other. We moved once (my dad was going to separate from my mom), and then my mom took my sister with her. She thought this guy was here to rob my dad, so she didn't like my sister at all. When parents are kind to their younger sister, they will feel unhappy and give up on themselves. When you grow up, you will find that your life is really different from theirs.
But with them, sometimes I really feel that I am not alone. I remember once my parents quarreled so much that my mother left directly. That night, I was really scared. I might never have a mother again. Then I wanted to go to my mother, but I was afraid. Then I told my sister that I would go to my mother together. My sister thought my mother was just going out for a while, and then I told her that my mother didn't want us, so she left with me. Then we looked blankly in the street. At night, no one saw it. The more we look at it, the more afraid we get. We looked there crying. Later, when I saw my mother on her way back, we rushed up to hug her and cried there, saying that we thought she didn't want us. It may be a trivial matter, but really, in family life, we are always lonely and helpless, so we need to find someone closest to us to accompany us at this time. This person may be parents, but when you have brothers and sisters, it seems not so difficult to talk about difficulties. So please cherish what you have!