He and I are at the beginning of the 90s and the other is at the end of the 90s. There are so many differences between him and me, but there are no obvious differences.
My elder brother is a chubby little boy born in 1990, the first child in the family, so the care and attention paid to him is overwhelming and the family treats him as a big treasure.
It can be seen that my sister, who came to this world nine years later, will definitely not be welcomed by this great devil in the first place. However, he is only a nine-year-old child. No matter how unhappy he is, I will still come to this world safely, the second child of this family.
From then on, the family never had peace. What follows is a noisy daily routine. Extremely lively.