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I have a lovely brother who was born when I was eight years old.

When my parents took me to the nursery room of the hospital, I saw the little guy through the incubator.

I happily asked my mother if he could play with me in the future? I will give him all my toys.

My mother just wiped her tears and told me that something went wrong when she gave birth to her brother.

I may not be able to meet my younger brother very early. Before that, I had to see it through a glass cover.

It is impossible for my younger brother to go home. He has to stay in the hospital for a long time.

I later learned that because my mother gave birth naturally when she gave birth to me.

Therefore, when he gave birth to his brother, he still chose to give birth naturally, but it took a long time.

The umbilical cord happened to wrap around his neck again, anyway, it took a lot of effort to keep the younger brother.

I often ask my parents about my brother?

My parents never told me.

They often rubbed in the room and talked about their brother.

Every time I said that my mother was crying, it would end.

We also go to the hospital to visit my younger brother a few days a month, and the younger brother lies in the incubator peacefully every day.

The younger brother is often asleep and rarely opens his eyes.

But when he is sober, he likes to smirk at me the most, and I also love to make faces to him.

Whenever this time I will ask my mother, when my brother can go home.

My mother always told me that it was almost time, and my brother would be back soon.

It can be year after year.

Until my fourth grade, the end of that year.

Mom and Dad finally brought their younger brother home, this was the first time his younger brother went home.

My mother smiled and told me why not play with my brother.

And I found a little problem, my brother always smirked at me.

Also smirked at everything, very dull.

I said to my mother if my brother was a fool or a fool.

I remember that day when I was slapped by my mother, it hurt so hot.

This is the first time my mother hit me, and the last time I remember.

I am in the sixth grade of elementary school, and my grades in the sixth (three) class have always been in the top three.

And my brother can speak.

The first name he shouted was not Mom and Dad, but the brother I taught him.

He shouted happy, I know he likes me.

When other children chased downstairs, I like playing plastic toys with my brother the most.

Although these are my previous toys, I am most proud to say to my brother: "This toy, my brother gave it to you."

And the younger brother will hide under his bed very baby, until the full can not be full.

Most of the time my brother and I are happy, but when relatives come, it will be different.

They always say something that is not, for example, I should not play with my brother.

Such a smart child cannot be influenced by a fool or the like.

They thought I was not sensible, but I knew better than anyone.

My brother may be a little silly, but I like him.

He likes me too, so I hate those relatives very much.

Of course, I also hate going to school a little, because my brother cannot go to school.

Every day I go to school, my brother will cry.

I remember the teacher asked us every year what we want to do when we grow up.

The year before last I said that I wanted to be a cook so that I could cook good food for my brother.

Last year I said I wanted to be a policeman so that I could protect my younger brother.

This year I said that I want to be a doctor so that my brother can be cured.

I went to junior year at the age of 13 and my brother did n’t go to kindergarten at the age of 5.

My mother said that kindergarten may not be suitable for my younger brother, I thought about it.

I didn't like kindergarten before, because I always cry when I go to kindergarten.

My brother loves to cry so much, I guess it will cry more than I do.

My mother resigned very early to bring her brother at home and began to teach him to write and paint.

After I came back, I also started teaching my brother to learn Chinese mathematics, but my brother didn't like learning.

I just tried to coax him and almost coaxed out all my toys.

But it doesn't work very much, and my brother's ability to understand is poor.

Some simple things may have to be said several times to remember.

And today I remember that I might forget it if I ask again tomorrow.

But I didn't give up, I know my brother is just learning slowly.

If you learn slowly, you can only teach all the things he should learn early.

From the beginning, the addition and subtraction of ten digits are all unfavorable, and the nine-nine-nine multiplication table is backward.

Although I have been taught here, I have started to study junior three at the age of fifteen.

And my brother is seven years old and it's time for elementary school.

Mom doesn't seem to want her brother to go to elementary school. She is afraid that her brother will be bullied by other classmates.

Mom ’s worry is right, because I am also worried.

My father said that I could n’t help my mother.

This is also the beginning of all nightmares.

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