"If you ask me what my childhood was like, I often think of stories from the past. I could often see those two guys at home. One was making trouble and the other was noisy. But now that I think about it, it's all good."
"When I grow up, whenever I think about my childhood, the thing I'm most fortunate about is that my growth is just the progression of time, and the people around me are still the same."
"I remember that when I was a child, I was very afraid of being alone at night. Until the month after my sister was born, I walked alone from a dark room where I couldn't touch the switch to the room where the baby was crying. When I was three years old, I looked at the baby lying in the cradle. She looked at I looked at her, I tentatively stretched out my hand, and she held mine tightly with both hands. At that moment, I seemed to feel some kind of call from life. After that day, the world seemed to have no more darkness for me, because I knew there was someone ahead of me."
"Speaking of my younger brother, the deepest memory I have is that night when I was punished by my mother in a corner, thinking about my fault. My younger brother popped up from the corner that day, holding the lollipop he got from school in his hand, as if he wanted to share it with me. He turned to my mother and asked my mother if he could stand with me, and then let me stand for a shorter time. My mother replied I responded, and he just stood next to me. It was 8 o'clock in the evening. As children, we cherish the TV time the most. According to the past, if we couldn't watch it, he would make a fuss. That day, he changed from usual, just like that, accompanying me, standing quietly next to me. The two of them didn't say a word, but they seemed to have said a lot."
A 16-year-old male high school student grew up alone with his younger sister who was a junior high school student, and his younger brother who was an elementary school student. The sparks intertwined between the three adolescent boys, no matter how many years later, those past are the treasures of those years.
Growth, a seemingly vulgar word, is often intertwined with countless details in life.
Sadness, pain, joy, and happiness seem to be all the feelings that one will have at that age. All of these often start too early and too late, but whenever we look back many years later, perhaps we will not forget what we should blame, and we will still stick to what we are happy about.
Concept: When I was young, I didn't know what home was. I only thought that home was a place with furniture, a bed, a TV, and me. Then one day, I knew what home was. Home is me, my sister, and my brother.