When my brother was born, the whole family gathered around him. Even the mother who had just given birth struggled to get up, her eyes bursting with intense joy. They excitedly shouted words such as "Six Eyes", "Son of God", and "Great".
But I, who was born only one second later than him, was thrown aside coldly, without even a package.
But luckily, I don't remember.
When he was older, the servants went to celebrate his birthday and forgot about my dinner, so I climbed into his window, wrapped in his quilt in the terrible and silent darkness, and secretly ate the cold snacks.
I hated him so much at that time. I decided to hate him for the rest of my life.
I hate why he is so dazzling, I hate why he is so powerful.
But... But why, when I hate myself, I can't live without his occasional tenderness?
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Motto: Hate lasts longer than love
