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Chapter 43 "Candy" Part [-]

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

When my parents took me to the nursery of the hospital, they saw the little guy across the incubator.

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

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

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

It is impossible for my brother to go home and he will have to stay in the hospital for a long time.

Later I found out that it was because my mother gave birth to me naturally.

So I still chose natural delivery when I gave birth to my younger brother, but it took a little longer.

The umbilical cord happened to be wrapped around his neck, but it took a lot of effort to save his brother.

I often ask my parents where is my brother?
My parents never told me.

They often hide in the room secretly and talk about their younger brother.

Every time it ends when my mother bursts into tears.

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

My brother is often asleep and rarely opens his eyes.

But when he is awake, he likes to smile silly at me the most, and I also like to make faces for him the most.

Every time at this time, I would ask my mother when my brother can come home.

My mother always told me that my brother would be back soon.

But year after year passed.

Until I was in fourth grade, at the end of that year.

My parents finally took my brother home. This was his first time home.

My mother smiled and asked me why I didn’t play with my brother.

And I found something wrong. My brother kept grinning at me.

He also smiled stupidly at everything, looking very sluggish.

I asked my mother whether my brother was a fool or an idiot.

I remember that day I was slapped by my mother, and it hurt so much.

This was the first time my mother spanked me, and it was also the last time in my memory.

I am in the sixth grade of elementary school, and my grades have always been among the top three in Class [-] ([-]).

And my brother can talk.

The first name he called was not his parents, but his brother who I taught him.

He shouted so happily, I knew he liked me.

While other children were chasing and fighting downstairs, I loved playing with plastic toys with my younger brother.

Although these are my old toys, I am most proud when I tell my brother: "My brother gave you this toy."

And the younger brother will hide it under his bed very preciously until it is full.Most of the time my brother and I are happy, but it's different when relatives come.

They always say something, like I shouldn't play with my brother.

Such a smart kid cannot let a fool affect his future.

They think I'm ignorant, but I actually know better than anyone else.

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

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

Of course, I also hate going to school a little bit, because my younger brother can’t go when I go to school.

Every day when I go to school, my brother will burst into tears.

I remember the teacher would ask us every year what we wanted to do when we grew up.

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

Last year I said I wanted to be a police officer so I could protect my brother.

This year I said I want to be a doctor so that I can cure my brother's disease.

I entered the first grade of junior high school at the age of 13, but my younger brother did not go to kindergarten when he was 5 years old.

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

I didn't like kindergarten before because I always cried when I went to kindergarten.

My brother loves to cry so much, I guess he will cry even more than me.

My mother quit her job very early and took care of her younger brother at home, and began to teach him to write and draw.

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

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

But it doesn't work very well. My brother's understanding ability is very poor.

Some simple things may take several times to be remembered.

And if you remember it today, you may forget it if you ask it tomorrow. I am also becoming more and more aware of the seriousness of my brother’s problem.

But I didn't give up. I knew that my brother was just a slow learner.

If you are a slow learner, you can only teach him everything he needs to learn in advance.

From the beginning, I had trouble adding and subtracting tens of digits, to memorizing the multiplication tables fluently.

Although I have been taught here, I have already started studying in the third grade of junior high school at the age of 15.

And my younger brother is seven years old and it’s time to go to primary school.

It seems that my mother doesn't want her brother to go to elementary school because she is afraid that he will be bullied by other classmates.

Mom was right to be worried, because I was worried too.

My father couldn't persuade my mother, so I had to let my brother study at home.

This is also the beginning of all nightmares.

(End of this chapter)