(This is my first time writing a short story, I hope you like it)
(first person, pseudo-orthopedics)
My brother is not my real brother, but I like my brother.
I have liked it since I was very young. My first time was looking at my brother's photo. Yes, first time. Also with my brother.
Looking back now, I still feel happy. Sleep.
I like to see my brother cry, especially from me. When I cry, he will call me a bastard and ask me to slow down, but I never slow down, because what I say is all irony. He is lying when he says he wants me to slow down, and he is also lying when he says he doesn't like me.
Brother, you are so cruel. What you say will always hurt my heart, but it doesn't matter, I will. Until you tell me the truth.
I have little patience for everything, but I am very patient with you, my dear brother.
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Purpose: Brotherly harmony
