I like my brother... Not the kind of like between siblings, but the kind of like in love. I love him so much that I can't help but think about him alone, so addicted that I can't extricate myself, and so much that I can't fall in love with anyone else. I don't think I have any fault, I don't think I have done anything wrong, because he is not my biological brother but my father's adopted son.
Because my father said: "You cannot tell him this before he is 18 years old, and most importantly, you cannot tell him his name. You must not tell him his name before he is 18 years old, and you cannot let him hear words with the same pronunciation as his name. If you don't say it, it doesn't matter if anyone else says it." So, I have kept the fact that he is not my biological brother a secret.
When I was 12 years old, my father repeated these words again before he passed away. Even if he didn't, I would definitely remember it, but he still seemed uneasy. No, it should be said that he would not be relieved even if he died. Even if he handed this matter over to his biological daughter, he would never be relieved. He should know that even if he didn't tell me any reasons or consequences of this matter, I would definitely abide by my father's request to me. However, he was still worried, so I thought this must be something serious. There is another reason why I think so, that is, whenever my father wants to talk about this, he will definitely open his barrier...