What's it like to have a miserable sister?

Parents are the beacon of our life, and my sister is also an important person to accompany us to grow up, but having a bitter sister is sometimes a kind of helplessness, but sometimes it is also a kind of growth that shapes our own humanity.

When you were very young, your sister spoke very harshly. Indeed, you think he is strict. He is not gentle to you at all, and sometimes he has no intimacy. You regard her as someone you admire, and you will do as he asks every day.

Sometimes you feel tired and helpless, but you won't go against his wishes. This is to make yourself as good as possible and meet his requirements as much as possible, but sometimes he hurts your little heart and you don't care, because she is your own sister and you have always regarded him as an example.

Slowly, when you grow up, you don't understand your sister. You think it is wrong for him to do so, because you have learned to resist. You think he's deliberately playing tricks on you, deliberately not letting you, uh, be idle, deliberately not letting you be the best man. You learn to dislike you and talk back, and then you feel that your home is no longer a warm home, a warm home. But hate evil every day.

You feel that life is very painful, you don't like this life very much, and you are helpless. As you get older, you gradually understand your complex. You think he's doing it for your own good, too. He is trying to make you better and healthier.

You will be very grateful to him. You think your naturally mean sister is so gentle, so considerate and so loving. She did it for herself, to make herself better. At that moment, you understand that such an experience is not only an experience of a better life, but also an experience of constant encouragement to yourself. I'm used to this experience. Without the vitriol of your own sister, you wouldn't be who you are today.