What is it like for a brother and sister to be 12 years apart?

I am 12 years younger than my brother, a whole round. I was there when things got better at home, and it is said that things became even more prosperous after having me. I always thought that I was my parents’ little princess, that I was the lucky star of the family, and that I was the doll that they would carefully cultivate when they got rich!

This fantasy was ruthlessly denied by my mother when I was about 20 years old. My mother said that the medical conditions were not good at that time and she was relatively old when she was pregnant with me, so the doctor did not recommend abortion, so I I was unexpectedly "rough"!

Since my parents were born in the 1950s, my brother was born in the 1970s, and I was born in the 1990s, my growth trajectory was skewed and did not follow the path of those born in the 1990s.

When I was having a break in kindergarten, my parents would sometimes ask my brother to watch me, and he would gather a group of friends to lay out mats at home and play game consoles with cards inserted. I think they are so handsome and awesome. Do you know what it feels like to have a bunch of big brothers playing with me at home? ! (Okay, actually I am the redundant one, they will think I am very troublesome when they play), if Blue Queen’s parents come back, my brother will say that I want to play, no, I want to watch them play, and I will also be very Nodding in cooperation.

As I grew older, my brother would let me play with this prop twice, and I would basically accompany this pair! Yes! Go left! Go left! Oh no! It's the left button! Don't push the envelope! Don't push the envelope! Don't! !

This is part of my childhood, that is, I love to play with my brother. My brother doesn’t like to play with me. He thinks little girls are more troublesome, so I know that if I am less, I cry less. If you don't like to complain and don't push the envelope when playing games, my brother will play with me more with his friends. Speaking of which, I am not the kind of manly bitch who likes to play with boys or the green tea bitch who pretends to be weak and hopes that her brother will protect her. As mentioned before, I am 12 years younger than my brother. When he was 17, I was only five years old. .

Of course, there are bad times when he is so much older than me. I have had my own friends since I entered elementary school. One of my friends has a brother who is two years older than her, and there is no one in the whole grade. If anyone dares to bully her, his brother is the one. . . Bastard! ! If anyone made her cry, his brother would lead the gate graders to block the door. But at that time, my brother was already in college. I didn’t think it was appropriate for him to bully elementary school students. What a sensible girl!

But he would give me bad ideas. For example, there was a boy who always liked to tease me. If I ignored him, he would pull my pigtails. My brother taught me to lock him in a small coal room. The little boy was so frightened that he cried with snot on his face, and then I got a beating.

I guess it is also due to the influence of my childhood. I am more optimistic and cheerful. kindness. . . . Simply put, be thick-skinned!