My parents had me and my brother when they were close to their forties.
My brother is one year younger than me, but his grades are far behind mine. He is now in his senior year of high school. I went to high school in a provincial capital far away from home and stayed with relatives. And because my grades were not good, I just finished my job in a vocational high school.
After thinking about it, my parents felt that it was not appropriate to let my younger brother stay with relatives for school, so they used part of the family's money to let me work in the provincial capital. I used the money to rent a two-bedroom apartment near my brother's high school. My brother can stay here when he has weekends off.
And I found a job in a coffee shop near the rented house, but I didn't tell my brother.
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One day, while working in a coffee shop, I suddenly saw a man hugging my brother and kissing him in the corner.
At that time, I originally planned to take the coffee a few steps further and put it on my brother's table as a surprise. But when they kissed, my hands shook. Two cups of scalding coffee were spilled on the spot. The cup shattered on the ground, and my hands were red, swollen and painful.
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Later, I gradually accepted it and started my daily practice~
Intention: A warm little story~