When I was four years old, I met you for the first time through the glass window. It was your little newborn ball. His face was all wrinkled up like a little old man, very ugly.
At seven years old, you're toddling. He will follow me around the yard. When he couldn't catch me, he would yell at the top of his lungs, "Brother, wait for me."
When you were fourteen, you encountered a painting that you could not put down in your life. You are always hot for everything. But this time you didn't put down your brush. Have I ever told you that you are really handsome sitting quietly in front of the drawing board.
When you were sixteen, you won third place in a painting competition. You stood on the podium crying like a mess. Tears and runny nose came out. It's really ugly.
At the age of twenty-one. You said to me 'I like you and I want to be with you'. I said 'ok'.
When I was twenty-three years old, I wanted to do it for you without any hesitation. You would spread out a map and draw our future on it. I want to take you there and have our future.
At the age of twenty-five, you and I parted ways, and you took our past and walked towards the promised future. But I returned to the world. Let you explore the world without me.
At the age of thirty. You sent me a set of photos. In the photo, you are still smiling with crooked eyebrows, surrounded by different scenery. But always alone.
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