My brother and I are twins. Since childhood, I have been healthier and stronger than him.

My grandmother told me that I was very naughty when I was a child, and I made a huge joke at my first birthday party.

Even now, my family still laughs at me about what happened back then.

My mother said I was very good and that she really liked me.

But I know that in her heart, my brother is more important than me.

My mother always looks at my younger brother with a worried look, as if she is worried that he will not grow up.

Although my younger brother is thinner and shorter than me, he is very smart.

Dad said he has a photographic memory, just like when he was a child.

I secretly stuck out my tongue when I heard that. Why did my father praise my brother and himself as well?

When I was less than two years old, my parents gave me two lovely sisters.

The little sister looks cute and sweet, and when I see her, I want to rush forward and take a bite of her.

I thought so and did so.

In return, my dad gave me a meal of fried meat and belt, but my sister smelled really good. I love them so much.

My mother became busy after giving birth to my younger sister, but fortunately there are many people willing to take care of us.

First, Grandma Xiaoxiu, then Grandma Yufen, and later Grandma Cuimei also applied for early retirement.

The family hired two aunties, and there were five people taking care of four children. One auntie looked after one child, and the other was responsible for cooking and doing housework.

Our home is becoming more and more lively, but everyone is getting along better and better.

I used to always fight with my younger brother, but after I had a younger sister I just didn’t want to talk to him anymore.

I watched my sister grow up little by little, and I grew up with her.

Soon I was old enough to go to elementary school. My aunt told me that going to school was very fun, so I went there with the mentality of giving it a try.

As a result, I found that I was not happy at all. I had to carry such a heavy schoolbag to school every day and sit upright to listen to the lectures.

The teacher taught very well, but I was too tired to sit there.

I didn't want to go to school anymore, so I told my dad about it and got spanked.

Woo woo woo, I want to complain to my mom!

My mother felt very sorry for me at first, but later she stopped talking when she heard why I was beaten.

Not only did she not speak, I could hear her teeth grinding.

This is what she does every time she wants to spank my little butt. I don’t dare to complain and just run away with a scream.

From then on, my father took me to exercise every morning.

Poor me, I'm so young, but I have to run, do push-ups and frog jumps, which makes me exhausted every day.

Dad said that if I don’t go to school, I can exercise at home every day.

After being trained by my father for a few days, I thought about it and decided that I would be more comfortable going to school.

After coming to school, all my illnesses were cured.

He sits upright in class, listens more attentively, and does his homework more neatly.

Mom and Dad finally had smiles on their faces. I touched my butt and laughed secretly in my heart. That’s great, I finally don’t have to get beaten!

The only regret is that my dad still wants to take me running every morning.

Unconvinced, I asked, "Why doesn't my brother ever have to run?"

"Because you are too fat, you should lose weight!"

I stood on the scale and pondered, "Am I fat? I'm 125cm tall, and 60kg is that really fat?"

For this reason, I asked several classmates and found that they were less than 110CM tall and weighed only more than 30 kilograms.

Well, I'm really fat!

Running is really tiring for a fat person, but my dad kept insisting and I had no choice.

After running with my father for three years, I grew taller and thinner, and my body became stronger than before.

In fourth grade, my younger brother joined in because my mother said he was too thin.

Dad listens to Mom the most. Once Mom opens her mouth, my brother will definitely not be able to escape.

He resigned himself to his fate and followed us for runs every day. Mom stood at the door every day, looking at us with an uneasy expression.

Life at home is getting better and better, I don’t know what my mother is worried about?

It wasn't until we turned 11 that I saw my mother plop down on the sofa and felt completely relieved.

I could even hear her mumbling to herself, "I'm finally 11 years old! I finally made it through 10!"

Boil? Why boil?

I have always been a little confused. Isn’t my family living a good life?

My father is a high-ranking official, my mother is a good earner, and even my uncle and aunt are top students.

What has my mother been worried about for the past 10 years?

I finally graduated from elementary school and became a glorious junior high school student.

Now when I look at my younger sister who is still in elementary school, I will proudly think that you two are so little and will never grow up to be bigger than me!

I have good genes, so learning never feels difficult.

My younger brother is smarter than me. I am in the upper middle level of the class, while he is the top student in the grade.

Another amazing person like my uncle!

It's because they are so outstanding that I look so dull.

I also thought about studying hard, but they ran too fast and I couldn't catch up with them no matter what.

Although I am not very good at studying, my mother loves me very much.

Ever since we turned 11, there has been no difference in the way my mother looks at my brother and me.

She treats us all equally and sometimes is even nicer to me.

I always feel that she feels a little guilty towards me?

Is it because you didn’t feed me when I was a child, so you regret it now?

But why do I have to drink milk?

I have been drinking milk powder all the time, but my body is stronger than a calf.

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