The daily life of two brothers

? The child is a mirror of oneself; the child is a blank paper, and we are the brushes. The quality of the painting depends on ourselves.

Perhaps my expectations for my boss are too high, and I always impose some of my own ideas on him, completely ignoring his feelings. He always told him in his brother's ear that he should be patient with his younger brother when he was younger. But he forgot that his elder brother was only seven years old and only three years older than his younger brother. He was just a child and needed his mother's protection and love. The elder brother would unconsciously buy a copy of whatever he had for his younger brother; when the younger brother cried, he would scold him indiscriminately; while the elder brother was doing homework, the younger brother was playing, and while the older brother was playing, the younger brother was still playing. My brother always plays alone in the corner, always looking unhappy.

? Once, my brother and I went shopping in the supermarket. My brother took a fancy to a small toy. He carefully picked it up and looked at it again and again, and then gently put it into the shopping cart. I was about to say that I couldn't buy toys, but he quickly explained: "I bought it for my brother. It's very fun. My brother must like it very much." "Then you won't buy it?" I asked, and he lowered his head and said, "I'm older. No need, just buy it for your brother, I won’t compete with him.” Somehow, my eyes were moistened, and I silently took an identical one and put it in the shopping cart.

When I got home, my younger brother saw the toys in the shopping bag, grabbed one in each hand and jumped up happily, shouting: "I have a new toy." My elder brother stood aside and watched quietly. My brother ran back to the room with two toys. I turned around and asked my brother, "Why don't you go play with your brother?" My brother grabbed his hand and said, "My brother won't let me play with him." One is yours, I bought it for you." I said, and my brother said with a look of surprise: "Really? Is the one you bought for me?" I called my brother. came out and asked him to give his brother a toy. My younger brother burst into tears and started to cry. He shook his head and said, "No, no, no to my brother. This is my toy." I said softly, "You and your brother are good brothers and good friends. We share good things together." Children are good children, please keep one and give one to your brother, okay?" The younger brother nodded in understanding, but still said reluctantly: "No, my mother bought this for me. "It's mine." I said a little harshly: "My brother bought this. If you don't give one to me, next time I will only buy it for him and not you. If my brother has good things, I won't give them to you either." "The elder brother said timidly: "Brother, give one to me. I will buy it for you next time I see something interesting." The younger brother lowered his head, looked at the toy in his hand, and said with a cry, "Okay. Let me give you one. You will buy a lot of fun things for me next time.” Then he handed one of the toys to his brother. He took the toy with a smile and said, “Okay, I will help you next time.” Buy a lot of fun toys, let’s go to the room and play together!” Then, the two of them went back to the room hand in hand, watching them talking and laughing, tears moistened my eyes again.

From then on, if the younger brother had something, the older brother would also have it. Whatever he bought, he would buy double portions. If the younger brother had something, he would teach the younger brother to leave half of it for the elder brother. Whatever toys the younger brother has, he will consciously take them out to play with his older brother. The older brother will also play some interesting games with his younger brother. The two of them are inseparable except when they go to school.

I hope that in the days to come, you can all be happy, healthy, and grow up smoothly, and always walk hand in hand together.