Dear Brother, I Wish You Could Love Me Just OnceChapter 1
On my tenth birthday, I insisted on having ice cream. My parents had to take me out to buy it.
There was a car accident on the road, and only my elder brother Cheyne Jones and I survived with the protection of our parents.
From then on, my elder brother hated me to the core.
He took good care of my cousin, but he was cold and malicious towards me.
He often asked me, "How come it wasn't you who died in the car accident?"
As he wished, I had cancer and would die soon.
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Coming out of the hospital, the diagnosis paper in my hand sentenced me to death.
It was unexpected but reasonable.
I suddenly really wanted to tell my elder brother Cheyne that his wish was about to come true.
Winnie called me at that moment.
"Cheryl, today is Brother's birthday, aren't you coming back?"
Winnie Wilson was my cousin. She called me Cheryl, but called Cheyne Brother.
Cheyne always called me by my full name, but called her intimately "Winnie".
The degree of intimacy was clear at a glance.
Every year on his birthday, I prepared gifts for him carefully, but he didn't seem to like them and casually threw them aside without even taking a look.
However, I thought he would definitely like the gift this year. After all, he had been looking forward to it for so many years.
"Well, I'll go back in a while," I answered.
As I was about to hang up the phone, I heard Cheyne's cold and disdainful words.
"Why do you ask a stranger to come here? It's a mood killer!"
Since the age of ten, I had been nothing more than a hated stranger to him.
When I arrived at the Jones family's villa, it was already evening and the lights inside were shining brightly.
Once upon a time, it used to be a warm harbor for me, but now I couldn't remember when was the last time I came back.
Pushing open the door, the original laughter and joy came to an abrupt halt.
Cheyne wore a birthday hat, and his face was smeared with pure white cream by Winnie.
It looked funny and heartwarming.
The memories of childhood began to come back.
Before the age of ten, when my parents were still alive, every year on anyone's birthday, I stubbornly put cream on Cheyne's face.
I arrogantly wrapped my arm around his neck and declared to everyone, "Cheyne is my elder brother, and no one is allowed to compete with me!"
Now I had lost my elder brother, but he already had a new younger sister.