[A short stream-of-consciousness piece, just a spontaneous idea to nibble on. Updates are irregular.]
My brother often says: It is because he has a little sister that he can be a big brother.
But my sister says: It is because she has a big brother that she can be a little sister.
But, brother, the north has no Huinan weather.
So,
where does all our dampness come from?
"My brother was sick once.
He said: No one but me would want him."
Just a heads-up:
A coming-of-age story full of youthful heartache, with mutual unrequited love.
The siblings are not related by blood. They've known that since childhood, and they're not registered under the same household either.
This is just something I wrote for a bit of fun, so please don't overanalyze it.
(Oh no, I can't keep up with posting because of exams. I'm putting this on hiatus for now.)
Theme: A family that loves one another
What's wrong with me? Schizophrenia? [Question mark]