My Sister is Very Obsessive

After washing up, my sister and I walked to the living room. My mother was wearing a gray short-sleeved T-shirt and black cotton sweatpants, with an apron tied around her waist, cleaning up the rainwater that floated into the balcony last night.

Standing behind the balcony door, I couldn't help asking,

"Mom, it's still raining, can't we organize it after it stops?"

"It's nothing to do anyway!" Mom turned her head, looked past me, and looked at my sister behind me, "Are you awake?"

The elder sister crossed her legs, shook her slippers gently with her big toes, and looked at her mother with a look of merit.

"Hey, I woke up my brother, otherwise he, a lazy pig, doesn't know when he's going to sleep!"

"Hmph, I have to thank you? I don't know who is more lazy!"

I looked back at her with a smile and scolded her lightly.

Mom took off her gloves and walked into the living room. Looking at my sister and I who were arguing with each other, I couldn't help laughing and said,

"What happened to the two of you today? You're still bickering."

"It was the younger brother who started first!"

"Didn't you call me lazy first?"

Mom shook her head gently.

"Go on, I'm going to make breakfast."

"I want to drink sweet potato porridge!" As soon as my mother was going to make breakfast, my sister immediately turned her head and shouted.

"Aren't you embarrassing me?" Mom couldn't help but glance back at her sister, "This season, where do you tell me to find sweet potatoes for you!"

"There are all in the supermarket!" My sister reached out and picked up the potato chips on the coffee table and tore them open. "With a greenhouse, no out-of-season vegetables can be grown."

After speaking, my sister ate potato chips.

I couldn't help walking to her side and grabbed the potato chips,

"Eat this early in the morning, I'm really not afraid of gaining weight!"

"Slightly a little..." My sister made a face while sticking out her tongue, then added her index finger and thumb all over.

"Why didn't you ask me to sell it yesterday, there are no sweet potatoes at home!"

In the kitchen, my mother responded to my sister while panning for rice.

"Forget it, I'll eat whatever you cook!"

It was rare for my sister to compromise with her mother.

I put the potato chips aside, then sat next to my sister, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

There are usually no good shows in the morning, especially now that it's a little after seven o'clock.

My sister who was sitting next to me squeezed my side, then leaned on my shoulder and stared at the boring commercials on TV out of focus.

Although I can connect to the Internet, the key is that I don't know what to watch.

I don't know if the quality of TV dramas has declined now, or because we have grown up and always feel that no matter what we watch, it doesn't feel as good as the TV dramas we used to watch when we were young.

The breakfast was ready soon. My mother cooked some white porridge and steamed the siomai and small steamed buns that I bought from the supermarket yesterday.

After eating breakfast and tidying up together, we began to divide the work and tidy up the whole house.

"The two of you should tidy up your room first. Gather everything you don't want. Donate everything you can donate, and throw away everything you can't donate. I'll go and finish the balcony first."

"yesmadam!"

My sister and I both bowed energetically to my mother, and then went back to our own rooms.

The room is not particularly big, and because I pay attention to neatness on weekdays, it doesn't seem that there is anything that needs special tidying.

I opened the closet, and there were quite a few folded and hung clothes in it, so I began to pick out the clothes I didn't want.

After picking up about a third of the clothes, I started to clean up the bookshelf. Of course, all the books on the bookshelf are needed, but those plush toys that my sister hangs on them, I think they should be taken down and cleaned.

Next, it was the desk's turn. The computer had been useless for some time, so a lot of dust had accumulated under the base.

I'm not going to wipe it clean right now though.

Reaching out and pulling open the drawer, there are notebooks, rulers, mechanical pencils, refills that have run out of ink, A4 paper full of words, and copybooks used to practice hard pen calligraphy.

I took out the items from the drawer one by one, very lightly and slowly, because time gave them precious memories.

In the notebook is my diary, and I casually opened a page...

...

2004, March 22, sunny

Today, my mother is going to take us to the Botanical Garden. Although it is sunny, the weather is still a little cold, but my sister is disobedient and insists on wearing a skirt. In the end, my mother spanked her buttocks, and she burst into tears...

April 5, 2004, overcast

When I woke up this morning, I found that my sister ran into my bed again. I don't know when she got in, but I didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that my mother would hear her and she would be scolded again... …

June 23, 2004, sunny

Today, my sister was lifted out of my quilt by my mother. I hid behind the wall in a bit of fear and watched my mother lift my sister's skirt and spank my sister's **** hard. My sister cried a lot...

2004, July 3, rain

Today is the final exam. After the exam, my sister told me that her mood is the same as today's weather. I think she didn't take the exam again...

...

Looking at the pages of the diary, I couldn't help but think of my sister's awkward and naughty appearance at that time.

Ignoring her mother's angry scolding, she ran around in the living room with her messy hair; she followed behind my mother and me while crying; she said that we would clean up the room together on Mother's Day and cook a meal for my mother together. Dinner; she accidentally broke the vase, crying, and stubbornly refusing to admit it was her fault...

All the pictures are so vivid that in retrospect they are so impressive.

Just as I was about to flip to the next page, a thin envelope slipped out of my diary.

I leaned over curiously and reached out to pick up the envelope that fell to the ground.

It was the first love letter my sister wrote to me. I only remembered putting it in the drawer of my desk before, but I never thought that it would be caught in my diary.

I remember that after my sister received a love letter from her classmate, she took it back and read it with me, and asked us to exchange love letters the next day.

I opened the envelope and carefully took out the letter inside...

...

what! Brother, if you are the earth, I am the moon, and I will be by your side every day.

what! Brother, if you are a pencil, I am an eraser, just to keep you from making mistakes.

what! Brother, if you're Tom, I'll be your Jerry, and have fun every day.

...

Ah's interjection begins, like a useless bard in Notre Dame, all kinds of naive and inappropriate metaphors, co-authored in her eyes at that time, like me is to stay by my side every day, let me I make fewer mistakes and have fun every day?

It's so simple and satisfying.