When I was thirteen years old, my mother took me to visit my grandmother for the New Year.
"This is my sister." My aunt took me to the children's table.
The originally lively dining table immediately became quiet.
I tried my best to pretend not to care.
Finally a voice took away all my embarrassment:
"I remember, didn't my dad ask me to have a baby engagement with this sister?"
Auntie laughed.
There is a locust tree in front of the old house, and I heard that two short-lived ghosts are buried under it.
(False brother and sister, real relationship)
Intention: Those feelings that arise because of someone will eventually dissipate because of someone. Rather than coming and going without a trace and letting yourself suffer, it is better to give it a try and fight for a glimmer of hope. Life is short, don't back down, don't make do, and don't regret it. .