When my older brother was born, the whole family gathered around him. Even our mother, who had just given birth, struggled to sit up, her eyes blazing with joy. They cried out things like, "Six Eyes," "The Child of the Gods," and "Wonderful!"
I was born just one second after him, but they coldly tossed me aside without even wrapping me in a blanket.
Still, at least I don't remember it.
When I was a little older, the servants all went to celebrate his birthday and forgot to bring me dinner. So I climbed through his window and, in the terrifying, silent darkness, wrapped myself in his blanket and secretly ate the cold pastries.
Back then, I hated him so much. I decided I would hate him for the rest of my life.
I hated how dazzling he was, and how powerful.
But... but why, even as I hated him, couldn't I let go of his occasional kindness?
*When I'm stuck on the story next door, I come over and add a little to this one.
*Don't ask who the couple is. Do you really need to guess?
*A short story that won't be serialized for payment.
Theme: Hate lasts longer than love.
Teacher, does the child go out to work when he is only 3 days old?
"Five centimeters per second, that's the speed at which cherry blossoms fall. So at what speed can we cover the distance between you and me?" This sentence suddenly occurred to me, could you please comment? 🥺
Goddess Tonic left me here alone...
I'm going, I'm going, it smells so good, I haven't had it at the corner of my mouth since I finished reading it.
Teacher, teacher... Where is the next door... I want to read your article, I'm going to starve to death, I have never seen such an appetizing article🚬
Teacher, will this still fill in the gaps?🚬🚬🚬🚬
No, it feels so good to give it to Piggy, right?
When will it be updated?
That's bad, but piggy deserves it
Okay, decide where to stand in one second (?)