Dim light in my lovers night.

Dim light in my lovers night. 1/?

ּ ֶָ֢.December.18.1949ּ ֶָ֢.

WW2 just ended around 4 years ago, many people suffer because of being poor from the after effects of war, especially here, in Germany.
Everything is ruined.
Me and my family were rather lucky, I come from an prestigious family, we still have enough money left since even while war, my fathers company was well liked around the world.
Me and my 2 brothers often get spoiled, especially me since I often get told I look like an angel, I have skin as white as the snow, eyes as blue as heaven and hair blonde like gold. Its called beautiful in germany. Im at the age of 17, my younger brother is a year younger than me (16) while my older brother who is around the age of 19 is 100% my fathers favourite.
He is tall, muscular, strong, smart and good looking.
I was also well liked by my father, i got treated like his little princess and even were allowed to visit an privat acdemical school since it always been a dream of mine to open my own fashion boutiqe. My father supported me, alot. He loved the clothes I made, he mostly only wore the suits i made for him.
Though i feel like he despised my younger brother. Of course he was his son and treated him decent but I could see the hatred for him in his eyes.
My brother was the whole ooposite of our oldest brother. He didnt like sports or playing with a ball, no he rather liked to cook or paint,
I loved his paintings, the looked so... majestic.
My father tried to make him play football with him and our older brother, spend some quality time. Sometimes he accepted since it made pur father happy, but he always rather was spending time with me and my mother.
He helped my mother alot around the house lor helped her cook, he enjoyed it.
He often played dolls with me, we even cut one of my dolls hair short and i made it look like a boy as good as I could.
Our father often blamed our younger brother for everything, alot of yelling sometimes abuse but only when he was drunk.. he was often drunk.
My younger brother took the blame silently, if I asked im if he was ok, he simply answered with "Yeah im fine sis, he is drunk so i wont take the things he says and does to heart.". But I could see it in his eyes, the pain.
This went on for year.
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