My brother who loved me and stayed with me when I was 5 years old was sent away by my father for unknown reasons. When I met him again 3 years later, he was mean to me, often beat me, and didn't allow me to make friends. I thought I had already gotten used to it, but on my 17th birthday, I met my "birthday gift". Such a good person died on my 19th birthday. The murderer was my brother.
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