For example, during the summer vacation, I always performed worse than my sister when doing OU. Grandma always praised my sister but not me, and always asked me to learn from my sister. So I was always criticized. I still smile every day. But there was one little thing that made me and my "little friend" fight.
On one occasion, I was doing my homework. Suddenly, my sister touched my hand. At once, the hand turned to one side, leaving a long scratch on the workbook, ruining the beauty of the workbook and making the whole workbook look fundamentally disharmonious. I stared blankly at the mark on the workbook for half a second.
It was then that I shouted angrily at my sister, "Are your eyes blind? Can't you see I'm doing my homework."
My sister looked confused, "What?"
"Don't you get a cheap shot!" I said in anger, "What about my workbook? Speak for yourself!"
"I'm sorry well, I didn't mean to." My sister looked helpless.
"You did it on purpose, you want grandma to praise you more, right? That's why you made my homework book writing so ugly, right? Right?!" I attacked her with words again.
"It's not like that, I really didn't mean it." My sister was so anxious she was about to cry, "I really didn't mean it. I'm sorry!"
"It's no use!" I shouted. In fact, I already knew that my sister didn't do it on purpose, it's just that, for some reason, I just wanted to pick on her.
"Oo...... oo, I really didn't mean it!" My sister's tears broke the bank and welled up in that moment.
Surprisingly, I was indifferent, but I had a plan. My sister stopped crying for a while and quieted down, taking out her homework and doing it. Haha, just as I predicted. I was overjoyed, so I didn't say anything and did my homework. After a while, I saw my sister doing serious work, so I deliberately touched my sister's arm. My sister's arm tilted and, like me, left a clear scratch on the workbook. I thought my sister would say something, but in the end, my sister bit her lip and tore up the page of the book.
I had thought I was going to jump for joy, but instead, I frowned. What was going on here? What was wrong with me? I sat down and contemplated ...... Unbeknownst to me, I realized that my anger had long since dissipated with that torn piece of paper. Why was this so? The question kept floating in my mind.
Until today, I didn't understand. I was touched, touched by my sister's generous bosom. But thankfully, after that incident, my sister and I still played and studied together. This is my little friend, my sister.