When I was eight years and six months old, my mother gave birth to a black and thin baby. Looking at her skinny appearance, I couldn't help but secretly rejoice that she had another little follower.
Later, because of schooling, I left my parents and sister when I was twelve years and three months old.
I stayed at my father's cousin's house. There was also a cousin here, but he and I didn't get along very well.
But my cousin and aunt were very good to me and lived a good life.
But why do I have a strange feeling...
Purpose: personal hobbies