For example, in the summer vacation, when I do the Olympic math, my grades are always worse than my sister's. Grandma always praises her sister instead of me and always asks me to learn from her. Therefore, I am always criticized. I still smile every day. However, there is a little thing that makes me quarrel with "children".
Once, I was doing my homework. Suddenly, my sister somehow touched my hand. Suddenly the hand turned to one side, leaving a long scratch on the exercise book, destroying the aesthetic feeling of the exercise book and making the whole exercise book look at all discordant. I waited and looked at the traces in my exercise book for a while, and it took me a long time to come to my senses.
Just then, I shouted angrily to my sister, "Are you blind? Can't you see I'm doing my homework? "
My sister looked blank: "What?"
"You don't have to tell me!" I was still angry and said, "What about my exercise book? Say it yourself! "
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." My sister looked helpless.
"You are intentional, do you want grandma to praise you a lot? That's why you made my exercise book so ugly. Right? ! "I attacked her with words again.
"No, I really didn't mean to." My sister is about to cry. "I really didn't mean it. Sorry! "
"It's no use!" I shouted. In fact, I have long known that my sister didn't mean it, but I don't know why, I just want to find fault with my sister.
"woo ... woo, I really didn't mean to!" My sister's tears burst its banks at that moment and poured out.
I am indifferent, but I have a plan. My sister stopped crying for a while, calmed down and took out her homework. Haha, as I expected. I was overjoyed and started to do my homework without saying anything. After doing it for a while, I saw my sister doing it seriously and deliberately touched her arm. My sister's arm is crooked, and like me, she left a clear scratch on her exercise book. I thought my sister would say something, but she bit her lip and tore up the page.
I thought I would jump for joy, but I frowned. What's going on here? What is wrong with me? I sat down to meditate ... unconsciously, I found that my anger had vanished with the shredded paper. Why is this happening? This question has been coming to my mind.
I didn't understand until today. I was moved, moved by my sister's broad chest. Fortunately, after that incident, my sister and I still played and studied together. This is my little friend, my sister.