After I Died, I Saw This Home Clearly

I'm everyone's best kid. Being praised by parents all day long. They never hit or scold me, even if they were angry, they just looked at me coldly and told me to behave. I was required to wash and cook, but my brother was not. I took first place in the test again and again, and all I got was a sentence to keep it up. If my younger brother gets a middling grade in the exam, his parents will reward him with something he likes. My parents said that I was the older sister and should take care of my younger brother, so I didn't fight or grab him. A bet between my brother and his friends made me leave this world. Only then did I realize that praise does not mean love. No matter how hard I try, I can never compare to the importance of my brother in the hearts of my parents.