His Hatred Lasts Forever

When I died in front of my brother with a smile on my face, he was so painful that he almost vomited blood. But obviously, in the past twenty-one years. Not a day goes by that he doesn't expect me to die. Just because on my fifth birthday, I hope my parents who are on a business trip can come back to celebrate my birthday. On their way back through the night, there was a car accident and they both lost their lives. Since then, my brother has blamed me and hated me. Not only did he allow his cousin to take away my work, but he also forced the landlord to kick me out. What he wanted from beginning to end was for me to die miserably. But that day it really came true. Why is he crying and begging me to come back and call him "brother" again?