My name is Pei Wanyin, and I am 4 years old.
Standing at the door of the nursery, I stood on tiptoe and looked at the newborn little life inside.
Curious and excited.
"Aunt Pei, is that little boy my brother?"
Aunt Pei is a woman in her thirties. She has always taken care of my daily life and is like a family member to me.
I don't have many relatives, so I don't like the title of "housekeeper".
Aunt Pei seemed even happier than I was; she gently patted my head.
"Yes, he is your younger brother. You must take good care of him from now on, okay?"
I clenched my fist and nodded forcefully, feeling an indescribable sensation, as if some kind of contract had been fulfilled at that moment.
"Aunt Pei, does he have a name yet?"
"Yes, his name is Pei Youan. It was given to him by your mother, who wanted to bless our whole family with peace and safety."
"What a lovely name! When can I hug him?"
"Not yet, he's too young."
"Oh." I looked up, somewhat disappointed. "Then when can I see my mother?"
Aunt Pei said, "Madam's health is rather weak, and she is still unconscious. The doctor said it will take several hours."
"Alright, I'll wait for them here."
"Wanyin is so good."
Aunt Pei gently picked me up and kissed me affectionately on the face.
That day.
I was running back and forth between the ward and the nursery.
Every time I leaned out the window, I would eagerly hope to see my mother or brother suddenly run over and startle me.
Unfortunately, they didn't seem to want to come out and play with me until evening.
Later, Aunt Pei found out what I was thinking and laughed for a long time.
"Little Wanyin, none of them can get up to play with you right now."
"Then why didn't Dad come?"
Aunt Pei's smile visibly faltered for a moment.
"Master...he has a very important meeting today, so he can't come."
I asked, puzzled, "Are things at the company more important than Mom and my brother?"
Unfortunately, Aunt Pei didn't speak this time, and I didn't get an answer from her.
One month later.
My mother and younger brother have both been discharged from the hospital.
I looked at the little guy's rosy cheeks, and how he was jumping around happily like a Michelin tire.
My mother gently took my hand and said, "Xiao Wanyin, from now on we are a family. You must take good care of your little brother, okay?"
This was the second time I had heard this sentence from a relative, and I nodded vigorously.
Life went on as usual, and the first thing I did every day after returning from kindergarten was to run over and check on my younger brother.
"Mom, when will he be able to speak?"
"Mommy, when will he be able to crawl?"
"Mom, when can he go out and play with me?"
"Mother......"
Every time I hear this question, my mother answers me with a smile, patiently and without getting tired of it.
One year later, on a certain day.
My younger brother finally called out "sister" to my astonished gaze.
I will never forget how I felt at that moment.
"He called me 'sister,' You'an called me 'sister'..."
I excitedly ran up to everyone and told them the good news.
Mom smiled and patted my head: "You'an seems to really like you as her older sister, she can't even call me 'Mom' yet."
I put my hands on my hips and said with a bit of pride, "Of course, because I think about him the most every day."
"Hehe, yes, yes, our little Wanyin is the best."
My mother took my hand, picked up my little brother next to her, and murmured softly.
"Our family will always be this happy."
"What about Dad?" I asked, puzzled.
I haven't seen my father in a long time. It's as if he's vanished into thin air, and his presence in this house is gradually disappearing.
Mom looked at a locust tree in the distance and sighed.
"He... must be very busy."
My confusion only deepened.
Is he really that busy?
They're so busy they don't even have time to come and see us.
When I saw Xiaoyouan smiling happily at me, I put my doubts aside again.
It seems pretty good now.
Seeing my mom, my brother, and Aunt Pei every day is enough for me.
I took Xiao Youan from my mother's arms, and he immediately nestled on my shoulder, curiously looking at the world outside.
He seems to be getting heavier and heavier; I'm really afraid that one day I won't be able to carry him anymore.
It seems I need to eat more too. It would be a very sad thing if one day I couldn't carry him anymore.
result.
This happened two years later.
I sat in the car and poked his forehead, feeling a little annoyed.
"Who told you to eat so much? Do you know how tiring it is to carry you right now?"
Xiao Youan raised her head and blinked her eyes with a hint of grievance.
"Sister, I was wrong."
"Tell me what you did wrong," I asked, hands on my hips.
He felt even more wronged, and his little mouth couldn't help but turn down.
"I shouldn't have eaten so much this morning, from now on... Waaah, I'm going on a diet."
"That's more like it."
I couldn't bear to bully him anymore, so I gently hugged him in my arms again.
This year.
I am seven years old.
He is three years old.
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