I wrote an article a long time ago, and I never thought about publishing it until now.
My brother and I are very similar, but he is indistinguishable from male to female and has a sharp beauty, while I am a soft ball. Although we look alike, we can tell the difference at a glance.
Whenever I lamented why God didn't make me as beautiful as my brother, he would always comfort me: "Hey! Who is this beautiful girl? Ah! It turns out to be my sister!" He could say such exaggerated words seriously, and with that beautiful face, people would feel happy even if they knew what he said was not true.
He is a good brother, but I am not a good sister.
True-elementary school student's writing style. I haven't modified it much till now.
Purpose: Life is like a dream