I still remember the day my brother was born. His eyebrows and eyes were as soft as clouds. I loved him from the bottom of my heart. At that time, I was still a child who felt like I owned the whole world when I was holding a candy. I held the candy and wanted to give it to him. Unexpectedly, my mother's attitude suddenly cooled down, full of disgust as if saying goodbye. After that, I gradually became less interested, and my preference fell entirely on my younger brother. From that day on, I felt an indescribable hatred clinging to my heart. I always felt that it was him who had taken away my mother, who originally belonged to me. In fact, compared to my younger brother, I spend more time with my mother and don't want others to interfere. My parents have always preferred me
Intent: The estrangement caused by partiality in childhood