Everyone in the family can see my brother's life countdown, and they all know he'll die on his sixteenth birthday.
So my brother became the most precious person in the family.
The nutritious eggs were his, the latest limited-edition sneakers were his, and even the bedtime stories our parents read belonged to him.
I felt sorry for him, but I was also jealous that he got all their love.
When I finally made it to his sixteenth birthday, my parents, afraid I'd cause trouble, locked me in the storage room while I burned with a fever.
I pounded on the door in fear. "Mom, let me out. I have a fever, and my head hurts so much..."
But Mom gritted her teeth and snapped, "Enough! Your brother is going to die after today. Can't you just put up with it?"
"But I feel so awful..."
Gradually, the sounds outside the door faded, and my consciousness grew hazy...
It was said that my elder brother was about to die on his 16th birthday, but his younger brother died in the garbage. It was heartbreaking and touching.
I personally feel that it is very engaging and very beautiful. Come on, author! 👍
Nice. Super nice
This novel is a very good one that I like! 💕 Looking for new roots