What my younger brother likes to do most is to mess around with his father, rolling on the ground and crying.
"Am I your biological child? Why did my sister have pocket money since I was a child and I didn't? Why did my sister sleep on the bed and I slept on the sofa since I was a child?"
My father smiled and said that of course you are not my biological child, obviously your sister is.
The younger brother was unhappy and went to his mother with his lips pouted. Mommy said that I was not my biological child, but that my sister was your biological child.
My mother smiled and said, silly children, you are all picked from the garbage dump.
The younger brother who was full of guilt and the older sister who was shot lying down were speechless and choked.