My elder sister is a child who grew up in a seemingly healthy family, while my younger sister is growing up in a family that has improved due to the failure of the first generation.
No one doesn't love this family, but my sister will always hate this family
Love and hate are intertwined, longing to be loved, pretending to be courageous but never getting rid of the cowardly and incompetent heart. Everyone in the family is like this, but they can never face it...
Purpose: I want some people to think about it