My brother has hated me since he was a child
He never let me call him brother. He said I was a broom star and killed his mother.
The day I was murdered, I called my brother crying:
"Brother, please help me, I'm really scared."
He didn't reply to me until after his cousin's birthday party:
"You'd better be kidnapped. You'd better be dead soon."
After saying that, he blocked me.
The gangster smiled and cut my throat with the knife, blood splattered everywhere:
"It turns out that he is a child that no one wants, so I'll let you die in a more comfortable way."
Later I heard that after my death, the brother who hated me the most turned gray overnight.
