I have a lovely little brother who was born when I was eight years old.
My mother quit her job very early and took care of her younger brother at home, and began to teach him to write and draw.
My mother always told me that my brother would be back soon.
He shouted so happily, I knew he liked me.
When my parents took me to the nursery of the hospital, they saw the little guy across the incubator.
They think I'm ignorant, but I actually know better than anyone else.
But when he is awake, he likes to smile silly at me the most, and I also like to make faces for him the most.
It seems that my mother doesn't want her brother to go to elementary school because she is afraid that he will be bullied by other classmates.
But I didn't give up. I knew that my brother was just a slow learner.
It is impossible for my brother to go home and he will have to stay in the hospital for a long time.
He also likes me, so I hate those relatives very much.
When my parents took me to the nursery of the hospital, they saw the little guy across the incubator.
The umbilical cord happened to be wrapped around his neck, but it took a lot of effort to save his brother.
I happily asked my mother if he could play with me in the future. I would give him all my toys.
Every day when I go to school, my brother will burst into tears.
I remember the teacher would ask us every year what we wanted to do when we grew up.
It is impossible for my brother to go home and he will have to stay in the hospital for a long time.
I remember the teacher would ask us every year what we wanted to do when we grew up.
I remember that day I was slapped by my mother, and it hurt so much.
Although I have been taught to this point, I have already started studying in the third grade of junior high school at the age of fifteen.
The first name he called was not his parents, but his brother who I taught him.
My mother just wiped her tears and told me that something went wrong when she gave birth to my brother.
The first name he called was not his parents, but his brother who I taught him.
I often ask my parents where is my brother
Although I have been taught to this point, I have already started studying in the third grade of junior high school at the age of fifteen.
I may not be able to meet my brother very early. Before that, I had to see him through a glass cover.
My mother always told me that my brother would be back soon.
If you are a slow learner, you can only teach him everything he needs to learn in advance.
My parents finally took my brother home. This was his first time home.
Most of the time my brother and I are happy, but it's different when relatives come.
But when he is awake, he likes to smile silly at me the most, and I also like to make faces for him the most.
I am in the sixth grade of elementary school, and my grades have always been among the top three in Class 6 (3).
They think I'm ignorant, but I actually know better than anyone else.
And my younger brother is seven years old and it’s time to go to primary school.
It is impossible for my brother to go home and he will have to stay in the hospital for a long time.
And my brother can talk.
He shouted so happily, I knew he liked me.
We also go to the hospital a few days a month to visit my brother, who lies peacefully in the incubator every day.
Such a smart kid cannot let a fool affect his future.
They think I'm ignorant, but I actually know better than anyone else.
My brother may be a little silly, but I like him.
And my younger brother is seven years old and it’s time to go to primary school.
Later I found out that it was because my mother gave birth to me naturally.
And if you remember it today, you may forget it if you ask it tomorrow. I am also becoming more and more aware of the seriousness of my brother’s problem.
My parents never told me.
Every time it ends when my mother bursts into tears.
But I didn't give up. I knew that my brother was just a slow learner.
I asked my mother whether my brother was a fool or an idiot.
I didn't like kindergarten before because I always cried when I went to kindergarten.
I am in the sixth grade of elementary school, and my grades have always been among the top three in Class 6 (3).
He shouted so happily, I knew he liked me.
So I still chose natural delivery when I gave birth to my younger brother, but it took a little longer.
He also likes me, so I hate those relatives very much.
I happily asked my mother if he could play with me in the future. I would give him all my toys.
Last year I said I wanted to be a police officer so I could protect my brother.
The umbilical cord happened to be wrapped around his neck, but it took a lot of effort to save his brother.
But year after year passed.
After I came back, I also started teaching my younger brother Chinese and mathematics, but my younger brother didn't like learning.
I often ask my parents where is my brother
Although I have been taught to this point, I have already started studying in the third grade of junior high school at the age of fifteen.
This year I said I want to be a doctor so that I can cure my brother's disease.
This year I said I want to be a doctor so that I can cure my brother's disease.
It is impossible for my brother to go home and he will have to stay in the hospital for a long time.
My brother may be a little silly, but I like him.
They always say something, like I shouldn't play with my brother.
My parents never told me.
Mom was right to be worried, because I was worried too.
This was the first time my mother spanked me, and it was also the last time in my memory.
The year before last, I said I wanted to be a chef so that I could cook delicious food for my brother.
And my brother can talk.
I didn't like kindergarten before because I always cried when I went to kindergarten.
My brother may be a little silly, but I like him.
They often hide in the room secretly and talk about their younger brother.
But when he is awake, he likes to smile silly at me the most, and I also like to make faces for him the most.
They always say something, like I shouldn't play with my brother.
My mother always told me that my brother would be back soon.
Such a smart kid cannot let a fool affect his future.
But when he is awake, he likes to smile silly at me the most, and I also like to make faces for him the most.
Every time it ends when my mother bursts into tears.
My parents finally took my brother home. This was his first time home.
Until I was in fourth grade, at the end of that year.
I am in the sixth grade of elementary school, and my grades have always been among the top three in Class 6 (3).
When my parents took me to the nursery of the hospital, they saw the little guy across the incubator.
Such a smart kid cannot let a fool affect his future.
We also go to the hospital a few days a month to visit my brother, who lies peacefully in the incubator every day.
Some simple things may take several times to be remembered.
We also go to the hospital a few days a month to visit my brother, who lies peacefully in the incubator every day.
Every day when I go to school, my brother will burst into tears.
Although I have been taught to this point, I have already started studying in the third grade of junior high school at the age of fifteen.
I asked my mother whether my brother was a fool or an idiot.
My brother is often asleep and rarely opens his eyes.
Until I was in fourth grade, at the end of that year.
The first name he called was not his parents, but his brother who I taught him.
He also likes me, so I hate those relatives very much.
If you are a slow learner, you can only teach him everything he needs to learn in advance.
I didn't like kindergarten before because I always cried when I went to kindergarten.
I asked my mother whether my brother was a fool or an idiot.
When my parents took me to the nursery of the hospital, they saw the little guy across the incubator.
But when he is awake, he likes to smile silly at me the most, and I also like to make faces for him the most.
My mother always told me that my brother would be back soon.
I often ask my parents where is my brother
Every time at this time, I would ask my mother when my brother can come home.
My mother smiled and asked me why I didn’t play with my brother.
Such a smart kid cannot let a fool affect his future.
So I still chose natural delivery when I gave birth to my younger brother, but it took a little longer.
He also likes me, so I hate those relatives very much.
And the younger brother will hide it under his bed very preciously until it is full.
The umbilical cord happened to be wrapped around his neck, but it took a lot of effort to save his brother.
And my younger brother is seven years old and it’s time to go to primary school.
This was the first time my mother spanked me, and it was also the last time in my memory.
My mother always told me that my brother would be back soon.
My brother is often asleep and rarely opens his eyes.
The first name he called was not his parents, but his brother who I taught him.
It is impossible for my brother to go home and he will have to stay in the hospital for a long time.
I happily asked my mother if he could play with me in the future. I would give him all my toys.
But year after year passed.
So I still chose natural delivery when I gave birth to my younger brother, but it took a little longer.
I am in the sixth grade of elementary school, and my grades have always been among the top three in Class 6 (3).
Until I was in fourth grade, at the end of that year.
The first name he called was not his parents, but his brother who I taught him.
But when he is awake, he likes to smile silly at me the most, and I also like to make faces for him the most.
This year I said I want to be a doctor so that I can cure my brother's disease.
Mom was right to be worried, because I was worried too.
We also go to the hospital a few days a month to visit my brother, who lies peacefully in the incubator every day.
I didn't like kindergarten before because I always cried when I went to kindergarten.
My mother said that kindergarten might not be suitable for my younger brother. I thought about it.
Last year I said I wanted to be a police officer so I could protect my brother.
My parents finally took my brother home. This was his first time home.
He also smiled stupidly at everything, looking very sluggish.
They often hide in the room secretly and talk about their younger brother.
My mother smiled and asked me why I didn’t play with my brother.
My parents finally took my brother home. This was his first time home.
He shouted so happily, I knew he liked me.
Until I was in fourth grade, at the end of that year.
So I still chose natural delivery when I gave birth to my younger brother, but it took a little longer.
Every time it ends when my mother bursts into tears.
So I still chose natural delivery when I gave birth to my younger brother, but it took a little longer.
Until I was in fourth grade, at the end of that year.
And my younger brother is seven years old and it’s time to go to primary school.
And I found something wrong. My brother kept grinning at me.
From the beginning, I had trouble adding and subtracting tens of digits, to memorizing the multiplication tables fluently.
I asked my mother whether my brother was a fool or an idiot.
My father couldn't persuade my mother, so I had to let my brother study at home.
He also smiled stupidly at everything, looking very sluggish.
And the younger brother will hide it under his bed very preciously until it is full.
Every day when I go to school, my brother will burst into tears.
I asked my mother whether my brother was a fool or an idiot.
And my younger brother is seven years old and it’s time to go to primary school.
My mother quit her job very early and took care of her younger brother at home, and began to teach him to write and draw.
Such a smart kid cannot let a fool affect his future.
My brother is often asleep and rarely opens his eyes.
I remember that day I was slapped by my mother, and it hurt so much.
So I still chose natural delivery when I gave birth to my younger brother, but it took a little longer.
Every time it ends when my mother bursts into tears.
This is also the beginning of all nightmares.
It seems that my mother doesn't want her brother to go to elementary school because she is afraid that he will be bullied by other classmates.
It is impossible for my brother to go home and he will have to stay in the hospital for a long time.
This was the first time my mother spanked me, and it was also the last time in my memory.
This was the first time my mother spanked me, and it was also the last time in my memory.
I remember that day I was slapped by my mother, and it hurt so much.
My mother quit her job very early and took care of her younger brother at home, and began to teach him to write and draw.
He also likes me, so I hate those relatives very much.
And my brother can talk.
The first name he called was not his parents, but his brother who I taught him.
When my parents took me to the nursery of the hospital, they saw the little guy across the incubator.
While other children were chasing and fighting downstairs, I loved playing with plastic toys with my younger brother.
I am in the sixth grade of elementary school, and my grades have always been among the top three in Class 6 (3).
My mother just wiped her tears and told me that something went wrong when she gave birth to my brother.
But I didn't give up. I knew that my brother was just a slow learner.
Although these are my old toys, I am most proud when I tell my brother: "My brother gave you this toy."
He shouted so happily, I knew he liked me.
And my brother can talk.
After I came back, I also started teaching my younger brother Chinese and mathematics, but my younger brother didn't like learning.
Although these are my old toys, I am most proud when I tell my brother: "My brother gave you this toy."
And my brother can talk.
The first name he called was not his parents, but his brother who I taught him.
My mother always told me that my brother would be back soon.
Every day when I go to school, my brother will burst into tears.
They always say something, like I shouldn't play with my brother.
So I still chose natural delivery when I gave birth to my younger brother, but it took a little longer.
My mother quit her job very early and took care of her younger brother at home, and began to teach him to write and draw.
The first name he called was not his parents, but his brother who I taught him.
I happily asked my mother if he could play with me in the future. I would give him all my toys.
My mother said that kindergarten might not be suitable for my younger brother. I thought about it.
He shouted so happily, I knew he liked me.
The year before last, I said I wanted to be a chef so that I could cook delicious food for my brother.
Until I was in fourth grade, at the end of that year.
We also go to the hospital a few days a month to visit my brother, who lies peacefully in the incubator every day.
And the younger brother will hide it under his bed very preciously until it is full.
Until I was in fourth grade, at the end of that year.
I entered the first grade of junior high school at the age of 13, but my younger brother did not go to kindergarten when he was 5 years old.
While other children were chasing and fighting downstairs, I loved playing with plastic toys with my younger brother.
I often ask my parents where is my brother
We also go to the hospital a few days a month to visit my brother, who lies peacefully in the incubator every day.
I asked my mother whether my brother was a fool or an idiot.
Although these are my old toys, I am most proud when I tell my brother: "My brother gave you this toy."
My mother smiled and asked me why I didn’t play with my brother.
I often ask my parents where is my brother
Later I found out that it was because my mother gave birth to me naturally.
Although these are my old toys, I am most proud when I tell my brother: "My brother gave you this toy."
They think I'm ignorant, but I actually know better than anyone else.
He also likes me, so I hate those relatives very much.
Some simple things may take several times to be remembered.
But I didn't give up. I knew that my brother was just a slow learner.
Until I was in fourth grade, at the end of that year.
And the younger brother will hide it under his bed very preciously until it is full.
And the younger brother will hide it under his bed very preciously until it is full.
My parents never told me.
My brother may be a little silly, but I like him.
Most of the time my brother and I are happy, but it's different when relatives come.
After I came back, I also started teaching my younger brother Chinese and mathematics, but my younger brother didn't like learning.
Every day when I go to school, my brother will burst into tears.
I am in the sixth grade of elementary school, and my grades have always been among the top three in Class 6 (3).
I remember the teacher would ask us every year what we wanted to do when we grew up.
This year I said I want to be a doctor so that I can cure my brother's disease.
So I still chose natural delivery when I gave birth to my younger brother, but it took a little longer.
They always say something, like I shouldn't play with my brother.
And the younger brother will hide it under his bed very preciously until it is full.
And I found something wrong. My brother kept grinning at me.
And my younger brother is seven years old and it’s time to go to primary school.
I asked my mother whether my brother was a fool or an idiot.
I tried my best to coax him and almost coaxed all his toys out.
Of course, I also hate going to school a little bit, because my younger brother can’t go when I go to school.
Such a smart kid cannot let a fool affect his future.
But when he is awake, he likes to smile silly at me the most, and I also like to make faces for him the most.
This was the first time my mother spanked me, and it was also the last time in my memory.
My parents finally took my brother home. This was his first time home.
When my parents took me to the nursery of the hospital, they saw the little guy across the incubator.
And the younger brother will hide it under his bed very preciously until it is full.
Most of the time my brother and I are happy, but it's different when relatives come.
And if you remember it today, you may forget it if you ask it tomorrow. I am also becoming more and more aware of the seriousness of my brother’s problem.
They think I'm ignorant, but I actually know better than anyone else.
I entered the first grade of junior high school at the age of 13, but my younger brother did not go to kindergarten when he was 5 years old.
And the younger brother will hide it under his bed very preciously until it is full.
Although these are my old toys, I am most proud when I tell my brother: "My brother gave you this toy."
Although I have been taught to this point, I have already started studying in the third grade of junior high school at the age of fifteen.
I have a lovely little brother who was born when I was eight years old.
This was the first time my mother spanked me, and it was also the last time in my memory.
It seems that my mother doesn't want her brother to go to elementary school because she is afraid that he will be bullied by other classmates.
And my younger brother is seven years old and it’s time to go to primary school.
My brother may be a little silly, but I like him.
And if you remember it today, you may forget it if you ask it tomorrow. I am also becoming more and more aware of the seriousness of my brother’s problem.
They often hide in the room secretly and talk about their younger brother.
Every day when I go to school, my brother will burst into tears.
He also likes me, so I hate those relatives very much.
And if you remember it today, you may forget it if you ask it tomorrow. I am also becoming more and more aware of the seriousness of my brother’s problem.
I tried my best to coax him and almost coaxed all his toys out.
I may not be able to meet my brother very early. Before that, I had to see him through a glass cover.
They think I'm ignorant, but I actually know better than anyone else.
But I didn't give up. I knew that my brother was just a slow learner.
They often hide in the room secretly and talk about their younger brother.
If you are a slow learner, you can only teach him everything he needs to learn in advance.
Of course, I also hate going to school a little bit, because my younger brother can’t go when I go to school.
Every time at this time, I would ask my mother when my brother can come home.
Later I found out that it was because my mother gave birth to me naturally.
Such a smart kid cannot let a fool affect his future.
Every day when I go to school, my brother will burst into tears.
Later I found out that it was because my mother gave birth to me naturally.
He also smiled stupidly at everything, looking very sluggish.
The umbilical cord happened to be wrapped around his neck, but it took a lot of effort to save his brother.
My mother smiled and asked me why I didn’t play with my brother.
I remember the teacher would ask us every year what we wanted to do when we grew up.
He also likes me, so I hate those relatives very much.
And if you remember it today, you may forget it if you ask it tomorrow. I am also becoming more and more aware of the seriousness of my brother’s problem.
I didn't like kindergarten before because I always cried when I went to kindergarten.
Until I was in fourth grade, at the end of that year.
The year before last, I said I wanted to be a chef so that I could cook delicious food for my brother.
My mother just wiped her tears and told me that something went wrong when she gave birth to my brother.
He also likes me, so I hate those relatives very much.
They think I'm ignorant, but I actually know better than anyone else.
I tried my best to coax him and almost coaxed all his toys out.
It is impossible for my brother to go home and he will have to stay in the hospital for a long time.
Last year I said I wanted to be a police officer so I could protect my brother.
And my younger brother is seven years old and it’s time to go to primary school.
Most of the time my brother and I are happy, but it's different when relatives come.
My mother smiled and asked me why I didn’t play with my brother.
But when he is awake, he likes to smile silly at me the most, and I also like to make faces for him the most.
Although I have been taught to this point, I have already started studying in the third grade of junior high school at the age of fifteen.
I often ask my parents where is my brother
I remember that day I was slapped by my mother, and it hurt so much.
This year I said I want to be a doctor so that I can cure my brother's disease.
My brother may be a little silly, but I like him.
Most of the time my brother and I are happy, but it's different when relatives come.
I am in the sixth grade of elementary school, and my grades have always been among the top three in Class 6 (3).
I remember that day I was slapped by my mother, and it hurt so much.
And if you remember it today, you may forget it if you ask it tomorrow. I am also becoming more and more aware of the seriousness of my brother’s problem.
I tried my best to coax him and almost coaxed all his toys out.
I remember that day I was slapped by my mother, and it hurt so much.
Mom was right to be worried, because I was worried too.
I entered the first grade of junior high school at the age of 13, but my younger brother did not go to kindergarten when he was 5 years old.
They often hide in the room secretly and talk about their younger brother.
The year before last, I said I wanted to be a chef so that I could cook delicious food for my brother.
I am in the sixth grade of elementary school, and my grades have always been among the top three in Class 6 (3).
I didn't like kindergarten before because I always cried when I went to kindergarten.
My mother said that kindergarten might not be suitable for my younger brother. I thought about it.
After I came back, I also started teaching my younger brother Chinese and mathematics, but my younger brother didn't like learning.
From the beginning, I had trouble adding and subtracting tens of digits, to memorizing the multiplication tables fluently.
And I found something wrong. My brother kept grinning at me.
I entered the first grade of junior high school at the age of 13, but my younger brother did not go to kindergarten when he was 5 years old.
My parents never told me.
I didn't like kindergarten before because I always cried when I went to kindergarten.
I remember the teacher would ask us every year what we wanted to do when we grew up.
And I found something wrong. My brother kept grinning at me.
From the beginning, I had trouble adding and subtracting tens of digits, to memorizing the multiplication tables fluently.
My mother smiled and asked me why I didn’t play with my brother.
My brother loves to cry so much, I guess he will cry even more than me.
My mother always told me that my brother would be back soon.
While other children were chasing and fighting downstairs, I loved playing with plastic toys with my younger brother.
I am in the sixth grade of elementary school, and my grades have always been among the top three in Class 6 (3).
Later I found out that it was because my mother gave birth to me naturally.
My mother quit her job very early and took care of her younger brother at home, and began to teach him to write and draw.
We also go to the hospital a few days a month to visit my brother, who lies peacefully in the incubator every day.
They think I'm ignorant, but I actually know better than anyone else.
But it doesn't work very well. My brother's understanding ability is very poor.
After I came back, I also started teaching my younger brother Chinese and mathematics, but my younger brother didn't like learning.
And my younger brother is seven years old and it’s time to go to primary school.
They think I'm ignorant, but I actually know better than anyone else.
So I still chose natural delivery when I gave birth to my younger brother, but it took a little longer.
I tried my best to coax him and almost coaxed all his toys out.
Of course, I also hate going to school a little bit, because my younger brother can’t go when I go to school.
I remember the teacher would ask us every year what we wanted to do when we grew up.
But it doesn't work very well. My brother's understanding ability is very poor.
This is also the beginning of all nightmares.
The umbilical cord happened to be wrapped around his neck, but it took a lot of effort to save his brother.
I tried my best to coax him and almost coaxed all his toys out.
From the beginning, I had trouble adding and subtracting tens of digits, to memorizing the multiplication tables fluently.
I happily asked my mother if he could play with me in the future. I would give him all my toys.
The first name he called was not his parents, but his brother who I taught him.
Some simple things may take several times to be remembered.
Most of the time my brother and I are happy, but it's different when relatives come.
It is impossible for my brother to go home and he will have to stay in the hospital for a long time.
Of course, I also hate going to school a little bit, because my younger brother can’t go when I go to school.
I entered the first grade of junior high school at the age of 13, but my younger brother did not go to kindergarten when he was 5 years old.
I tried my best to coax him and almost coaxed all his toys out.
Later I found out that it was because my mother gave birth to me naturally.
And if you remember it today, you may forget it if you ask it tomorrow. I am also becoming more and more aware of the seriousness of my brother’s problem.
My mother just wiped her tears and told me that something went wrong when she gave birth to my brother.
Every time at this time, I would ask my mother when my brother can come home.
It seems that my mother doesn't want her brother to go to elementary school because she is afraid that he will be bullied by other classmates.
The umbilical cord happened to be wrapped around his neck, but it took a lot of effort to save his brother.
But I didn't give up. I knew that my brother was just a slow learner.
Of course, I also hate going to school a little bit, because my younger brother can’t go when I go to school.
From the beginning, I had trouble adding and subtracting tens of digits, to memorizing the multiplication tables fluently.
My mother just wiped her tears and told me that something went wrong when she gave birth to my brother.
But year after year passed.
And if you remember it today, you may forget it if you ask it tomorrow. I am also becoming more and more aware of the seriousness of my brother’s problem.
If you are a slow learner, you can only teach him everything he needs to learn in advance.
Every time it ends when my mother bursts into tears.
I asked my mother whether my brother was a fool or an idiot.
Mom was right to be worried, because I was worried too.
I am in the sixth grade of elementary school, and my grades have always been among the top three in Class 6 (3).
I remember the teacher would ask us every year what we wanted to do when we grew up.
He also smiled stupidly at everything, looking very sluggish.
My brother may be a little silly, but I like him.
They often hide in the room secretly and talk about their younger brother.
From the beginning, I had trouble adding and subtracting tens of digits, to memorizing the multiplication tables fluently.
They think I'm ignorant, but I actually know better than anyone else.
This was the first time my mother spanked me, and it was also the last time in my memory.
If you are a slow learner, you can only teach him everything he needs to learn in advance.
We also go to the hospital a few days a month to visit my brother, who lies peacefully in the incubator every day.
They always say something, like I shouldn't play with my brother.
Although I have been taught to this point, I have already started studying in the third grade of junior high school at the age of fifteen.
I happily asked my mother if he could play with me in the future. I would give him all my toys.
While other children were chasing and fighting downstairs, I loved playing with plastic toys with my younger brother.
The first name he called was not his parents, but his brother who I taught him.
This was the first time my mother spanked me, and it was also the last time in my memory.
I often ask my parents where is my brother
Until I was in fourth grade, at the end of that year.
They always say something, like I shouldn't play with my brother.
My brother loves to cry so much, I guess he will cry even more than me.
And my younger brother is seven years old and it’s time to go to primary school.
Until I was in fourth grade, at the end of that year.
My mother said that kindergarten might not be suitable for my younger brother. I thought about it.
My mother quit her job very early and took care of her younger brother at home, and began to teach him to write and draw.
My brother may be a little silly, but I like him.
So I still chose natural delivery when I gave birth to my younger brother, but it took a little longer.
I often ask my parents where is my brother
Most of the time my brother and I are happy, but it's different when relatives come.
I may not be able to meet my brother very early. Before that, I had to see him through a glass cover.
It seems that my mother doesn't want her brother to go to elementary school because she is afraid that he will be bullied by other classmates.
My mother quit her job very early and took care of her younger brother at home, and began to teach him to write and draw.
I have a lovely little brother who was born when I was eight years old.
But year after year passed.
Although these are my old toys, I am most proud when I tell my brother: "My brother gave you this toy."
We also go to the hospital a few days a month to visit my brother, who lies peacefully in the incubator every day.
While other children were chasing and fighting downstairs, I loved playing with plastic toys with my younger brother.
Mom was right to be worried, because I was worried too.
My mother quit her job very early and took care of her younger brother at home, and began to teach him to write and draw.
Later I found out that it was because my mother gave birth to me naturally.
The first name he called was not his parents, but his brother who I taught him.
My parents finally took my brother home. This was his first time home.
My father couldn't persuade my mother, so I had to let my brother study at home.
My parents never told me.
This was the first time my mother spanked me, and it was also the last time in my memory.
I have a lovely little brother who was born when I was eight years old.
This is also the beginning of all nightmares.
It seems that my mother doesn't want her brother to go to elementary school because she is afraid that he will be bullied by other classmates.
I often ask my parents where is my brother