Since my mother ran away, I have been living with my homophobic brother who was just sent back. I don't know what kind of childhood he had, but all my youth belong to him. When he was in high school, I waited for him to finish school. When he was in college, I couldn't bear to miss him. When he was working, I went to find him. When he got married, I sat at the door of the church all night. I didn't expect him to look back at me, but I didn't know that he also silently wrote hundreds of letters to me. Just like I like roses, but I can only give him wild chamomile, although I will never give it to him again. My brother wanted me to grow up like a normal person, but every step he took he said I love you crookedly.
Concept: There is no absolute normal love, everyone's love is normal, love is love