My mother believes in gods and Buddhas. On my 12th birthday, a day that should have been a happy one, she said for no reason that she wanted to take in an orphan.
Dad couldn't worry about her and followed her. I was left alone in the dark home, staring at the dazzling candlelight and "Happy Birthday Fu Lin" written in red jam on the cake.
The first thunder sounded in the sky, and mom and dad came back carrying someone on their backs. I focused my eyes on him again, staring at him as he was placed on the sofa.
His eyes suddenly opened, revealing dark pupils. I was frightened and took a step back. I pressed my hand on the cake and pressed the word "Fu Lin". He smiled again and muttered. I heard it clearly. He's saying my name. Fu Lin.
After tonight, I have an extra "brother".
From the day he arrived, the family seemed to be inexplicably lucky.
In less than a year, we moved from this small town to a first-tier city.
From the day he came, my parents paid less and less attention to me.
Within a year, I seemed to be an outsider. Peeping at their "happiness".
I want my brother to die.
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day