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  • He's the son of my mom's best friend, 13 months older than me.

    My mom for a long time didn't feel the urge to be a mother, only until one day she held him in her arms. She was so moved when he reached out his tiny hands toward her. She completely fell into his innocent eyes. That's how she decided to conceive me.

    I couldn't have lived a day without him. Literally.

    I went to kindergarden with him. He shared all his toys and books with me.
    He was always smart, neat, calm, protective.

    Then he moved on to elementary school, leaving me behind.
    Although we still played together in the evenings during dinner hour, he would have homework to do. Eventually he preferred to play with his fellow pupils.

    I studied very hard that year. While other kids were still struggling with counting from 1 to 20, I could do basic multiplication already. I wanted to attend the elementary school so bad. I wanted to skip Grade 1 and catch up with him.

    No, the school didn't allow me to do that.
    As I finally made it to Grade 2 his family decided to move to a faraway city to the south.

    I never saw him ever since.
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