My parents both died, leaving me and my younger sister, who has autism, to depend on each other.
From then on, our fates became even more closely intertwined.
"Niannian, make sure you call me Big Brother."
"Niannian, don't be picky about your food, okay?"
"Niannian, don't steal my blanket..."
As my relationship with my sister gradually improved, her autism also got a little better. Of course, other things happened too. For example:
"Big Brother can never leave Niannian, ever!"
Looking at her blushing, lovely face, all I can say is: my little sister is the cutest in the world!
