Her father hugged her tightly and kept repeating: "Fortunately, fortunately..."
Am I lucky to be alive? She suddenly remembered that the clothes her mother had given her just now were her brother's clothes.
Fortunately, my brother is still alive.
Fortunately, I was the one who died!
For a moment, all she could think of was "Fortunately I am the one who died", but she didn't shed a single tear. Maybe she had already decided in her heart that she was dead, and she would live on as her brother in the future.
Intention: My brother died at the age of 8, and I came to help him grow up.