I want to talk more about my family, my brother and my sister, but I have nothing much to say. They've settled down and are twenty-three years older than me, and from my first memories. My brothers and sisters are married. My sister moved to America, and before I could remember my second or third memory, my sister had several more husbands. My house is like this, everyone is talented at something to show off about. My sister's talent is being beautiful. My sister is gentle and simple, maybe she is the most different from my family. My sister was also the one who told me how big the world is, and made me dream of how far I would run away. She bought me a cashmere sweater in Dubai, and she gave me a Mickey Mouse backpack from Disneyland Paris in 2nd grade From partying, to friends, and boyfriends, my sister was simple but I never understood her.
My brother was different, I didn't understand it when I was young, but really, I was like my brother. Because dad and mom didn't allow dance, he enrolled himself into dance lessons at the age of nine and ten, telling only his father when he passed the dance exam. I don't remember anything about him as a child, except on the first day of the New Year, he brought his two children home to visit. Now I understand, probably if I had children, I would just take them home, to visit on New Years.
Later, when I returned from Singapore, my brother and I started to meet and talk for the first time. When I first saw my brother, he spoke English, not a certain character in the family, like a certain uncle who hadn't met me for a long time. We talk and sometimes when we get drunk, he tells stories of the past. He said he and my mother were close friends, in the past he loved Mom very much, and when there was a time when Mom and Dad were separated before they were married, he broke down. I, was so broken, so soft, I could never open my mouth: "Bro, that's not it. I'm not a mother yet, don't tell me as if I'm a friend."
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Lỗi - Error 404 English Translation
Sachbücher"Finally, my autobiography book, Error 404 is out, after 2 years of work. It actually took me only 6 months to write 99% of the book, but couldn't write the ending for a long, long time. I wrote a book about a child who was sexually abused, unhappy...
