Do not send out a birthday text

Today, the company issued an 8G for each U-disk, as a compassionate staff.
In the hands of the U disk, compact chic. Did not think a few uneducated person above, actually has such a delicate heart, love to pick small things such sensitivities.
"Little things!" Suddenly remembered that today is a special day -
My brother's birthday.
The thought of a time, a kind of hurts.
Recent always been involved with this heartache, I put it as a punishment, a kind of self-punishment. For the 12 years of blood relationship, for my sister's incompetence.
Remember, 12 years ago, my first father to see his mother when, for a time, there stunned.
"Auntie?" I doubt it cried.
At that time, she warmth watery, faint smile. I now face that her heart to resist the feeling, than I have to strongly resist her.
Soon, I have had a brother, that makes it curious in the infant looked at the world, I looked at him more novel.
I know what it means he's there, But that all does not matter, because he is cute, is should not be any harm to others of the reasons.
But then, I just want to, hug my brother and I were the same blood flow with a half brother. But finally a pair of gentle hands, push toward him. Since then, I have never come close to that, wrapped in flesh and blood human infant.
Until, that little life can be called sister slowly, slowly I can mount the time.
Smile, recalled here, that I could forget the first time he called my sister in the scene.
Just remember, every time my father went home, the little things are the happiest. He held my arms and legs, so I picked up, whispering excitedly to his recent thought all the fun things and nice animation, as well as lovely nursery with his kids.
Now every household's door is always closed, instead, they add their own side's close and entangled.
That season, he was even younger who are in awkward between me and his mother, can not find this one of the disharmony. But he did not understand why can not this sister sister as he, like others in the house for the night; time, every time the leave, he will do anything, will I retain, and then how to measure, for a hope to escape the embarrassing situation of the people, would be futile. Even if that hysterical crying, of my, still Heartbreakers, can I escape it will only speed up the pace.
For my brother, I never had a jealous, he has too many things I did not: his parents live, food and clothing off, and no pressure environment for the growth. In my imagination at that time, he will always be like this poor family have no Guaai your son's grown up in and I do not, he will gradually forget.
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