This article was written to my cousin, and I wanted to say sorry to him. When I was young, I was immersed in my own sorrow and felt that the world was so unfair. I couldn't imagine how much he wanted someone to pat him on the shoulder and tell him that you would get better because he couldn't read due to epilepsy. At that time, I was also far away from him like those people. I stubbornly believed that he was different from me. His parents were here, and he was very happy.
Sorry, cousin, we were both sad but never supported each other.
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