My brother is a non-marriage person. When he was twenty-five years old, my parents took the risk of giving birth to me for the sake of incense. My mother died in childbirth and my father was missing. I bounced between my aunt and uncle's houses. Until I was seven years old, all my relatives couldn't bear it anymore. A piece of paper asking my brother to support me. The day the court verdict comes down. I dragged a small suitcase with difficulty and skill. Shaking his hands, he grabbed his brother's arm as he walked outside the court. The man frowned and turned around. I looked at my brother whom I met for the first time, with hateful and cold eyes.
