This is not a novel, it is just my little thoughts about a boy. The full text is not very long, just over 20,000 words. I wrote it because I wanted to have a memory in the future. I just wanted to write about it from a first-person perspective. This is a story about a younger sister and her brother who is 7 years older. I call the boy in the story "uncle". In fact, the story is not interesting. It is written casually and is written in rubbish.
Concept: love, unrequited love