When I was five years old, she and I became neighbors.
She will always be "other people's child" in my ears. She is well-behaved, obedient, and a being that all parents love.
I am ordinary and mediocre, like a drop of water that disappears after being dropped into the vast ocean.
I thought we were so different, I thought she would shine brightly from now on,
It wasn't until many years later that I understood,
She and I breathe under the same sky and share the same fate.
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Short story
first person
fictional
Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance