My taciturn old father died and left me a younger brother before he died.
The little one doesn't like to talk, and is aloof.
I didn't want to raise him at first, I had no money and no time. But after pushing and pushing, this lonely and strange child was brought home.
I started learning to raise kids, but not much.
I started to like him gradually, not much.
Later he died.
I cried while holding a doll that looked similar to him.
——Brother vs younger brother (pseudo)
——Third person point of view in the text
Intention: Don't let down everyone who loves you
