Facing my crying and sobbing, my brother showed an impatient expression for the first time.
"Cheryl, can you learn from Winnie and be a little more obedient and sensible?
"Can you give way to Winnie? This is what you owe her!"
Until I was eighteen years old, he looked at me with disappointment all over his eyes when I came back in the morning, drunk and reeking of alcohol.
"Cheryl, I have been kind to you, so from now on, you're on your own!
"In the future, don't say that you are my younger sister anymore. My younger sister is only Winnie!"
My nose twitched, and I lowered my head, feeling at a loss.
Winnie whispered, "That person seems to be Cheryl. Is she also sick? Should we go and ask?"
Cheyne snorted coldly from his nose.
"Why do you care about her? It's all her own doing!"
All the random thoughts that had just arisen in my mind suddenly disappeared, and my heart felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer.
When I was a child, even if I just coughed lightly, he would worry if I caught a cold.
Now, even I was very ill, he didn't even bother to ask.
He really didn't care about me anymore.
Feeling a cool sensation on my face, I raised my hand and realized that my eyes were wet.