In my second grade, I met my brother.

For him, I have always only heard his name but not his person.

In the evening, I can always hear my mother and my neighbor's mother-in-law who live near my house talking about the mountains.My mother-in-law has a grandson, and she always talks about him with my mother.

In this year, the grandson returned to his grandmother's arms.

For this little boy with a face similar to mine, a height similar to mine, and a figure similar to mine, I easily accepted him.

From now on, I will also have brothers to go home with.

Who stipulated that homosexuals cannot have brothers.

Brother, you have what I have and everyone has, what's the difference?

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