[Pseudo brother and sister + senior year + nurturance + possessive brother + severe brother controlling sister + two-way redemption + double cleanliness + HE]
I raised you and you must always be mine.
Whether you are a brother or someone else, you were raised by me, and all titles you have can only be mine.
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On the day I was born, it rained heavily.
"Six pounds and six taels, it's a girl, congratulations!"
The nurse's voice sounded outside the delivery room, but there was no trace of "joy" on the faces of the family members surrounding her.
When I was four years old, my parents on my household register died in a car accident.
Overnight, only my brother, my elderly grandparents, and me were left at home.
Neighbors said that I cried all night when I was just born.
Because the mother did not give birth to a son, she was scolded by the elderly at home every day, and the scolding could be heard clearly through the wall.
Dad is always silent. Later, my mother also began to hate me.
I cried in the middle of the night, and the hand that stretched out to pat me gently belonged to my brother.
I grinned hungry, and the bottle I held to my mouth was held by my brother.
Sometimes the milk powder didn't dissolve, and the lumps would make me stare at my legs, so he would pat me on the back in a panic.
As for my biological parents?
Mom said it was so noisy. Dad turned over and covered his head with the quilt.
Even my neighbor couldn't stand the dirty diaper on my body and taught him, who was also immature, how to change it clumsily.
Neighbors often say: "This adopted brother of yours is more qualified than my mother."
