I love my brother and I want to be a good sister

Although this world is not perfect, although this world is terrible, I know that I will never be alone.

I haven’t used QQ space to post updates for a long time. I have been in a state of self-isolation for a long time. I have basically stopped touching the WeChat Moments. I like it occasionally, but mostly I don’t post anything about myself. In the past, I would post some so-called "chicken soup" in the circle of friends, but later I gradually discovered that hot water cannot cure all diseases, love words cannot last a lifetime, there is no need to show some pain, others cannot comfort you, and it seems hypocritical; family members in the circle of friends Too much, your little bit of unhappiness will still make those who love you worry, so it’s better to fade away.

Two days ago, I posted two comments on the space because of the book collection, which also opened up the space. This morning, my phone suddenly displayed several comments related to me. When I opened it, I saw that it was my brother’s comment. praise. My younger brother is in elementary school, and his parents never let him play with a mobile phone. What he has access to is that after finishing his homework every weekend, he can use the computer to play games and video chat with me. Every time he goes online, he will see all my recent updates. Like it once. Whenever this happens, the message I send him is always the same two sentences: Have you finished your homework? Have you got a meal yet? He always answered all my questions and cared about me, asking me if I had eaten. Feeling very happy.

When I first went to college, he was less than ten years old, and he loved to eat snacks. At that time, he would yell and say: "Sister, buy it for me" every time on the phone. "Eat", his father always replied to him: "Your sister goes to school, not to open a bank"... Maybe Jinan is a strange and mysterious city to him, and he is curious about everything. Every time I Even if you buy him snacks that are exactly the same at home, he will be very happy. When I share with him the flowers and plants on campus in the spring, he will praise them for their beauty and be curious about everything here. Although his ideas may be a bit childish, I am willing to share them with him every time.

I only go home during the winter and summer vacations every year, and the snacks, clothes or books I buy for him are usually delivered by express delivery. My mother said that he might miss the snacks I bought him more than me. How could that happen? How about it, it would be nice if he was happy, but I just feel that I don’t have the ability to give him anything better. When there were few courses in college, I would work as a part-time student in school, and I would also work part-time outside of school. I was suffering from motion sickness and road addiction, and I would feel a lot of sadness. When I got the salary, I was as happy as a child and forgot about everything. I have also mentioned it to him, always in an understatement. I will tell him how hard the work is and hope he will study hard. I will also mention interesting things about his part-time job. I will tell him that I went to the zoo part-time and saw tigers, and I can take him there in the future. It seems that every time I say it, the promise has never been fulfilled. My brother is becoming more and more sensible and rarely asks me for snacks anymore. Every time I ask him, he says he doesn’t need any. He asks me to use the part-time money to buy delicious food for myself, and asks me not to work part-time anymore... …It’s so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

Every time before the vacation, there would be a bunch of plans, and every time I would just do a little bit. Every time when the vacation was about to end, I would say sorry to him with regret, and he would do it every time. He comforted me and said: "It's okay, I still have a lot of holidays, let's talk about it later"; although he would often laugh at me for being an "elderly leftover girl", would often complain about my poor makeup skills, and would "report" to my mother that I was playing on my phone in the middle of the night, but I I still love him very much. He is the only brother in the world. I am very happy to have him as a brother. I hope he can be happy to have me as a sister. I will work hard to be a good sister