My sister was a genius when she was a child and a talent when she grew up. I Gaga admire her! I have lived with her under the same roof for more than 20 years, but I have to admit that the gap between us is so big! I also have to doubt the truth of what she said to me in a very secret way when I was a child. She said, "Do you know that you were carried out of the toilet by our mother!" " "
I am five and a half years younger than my sister. Let's round it to six years old. I came to this world with my grandmother's grandson index. People say that we were not born of the same mother. My sister was naughty when I was a child, but I was very quiet and gentle, always snuggling up to the nanny like a tail. It is said that the nanny is a little too rich, which is not in line with the economic strength of our family 20 years ago. In fact, it is because we are not grandchildren (how awkward) that grandparents don't want to see us and have to find someone to take care of us. My sister and I were sent out when my mother went to work after maternity leave. Poor us as babies. In this way, I grew up like a dog! However, the nanny and aunt are very good, and our two families have lived in harmony for decades. In the six years before I was born, my sister spent all her time at my nanny's aunt's house. It often takes my mother half an hour to find her when she picks her up from work, which is often the case. Either just climbed down from the roof or just climbed out of the puddle.
In a blink of an eye, I came to this miserable world. According to reliable sources, my 6-year-old sister ate six white-flour steamed buns in one breath that day (it is impossible to verify the size of the steamed buns). After eating six steamed buns, my sister trotted to the nanny's aunt's house with a bulging stomach, touched her stomach and proudly announced, "My mother gave birth to a little sister for me. Can be beautiful, the head is like a big sweet potato! "
Two months later, I took her class to the nanny's aunt's house, and she was laid off and went home. Mother brought Lin from my second uncle's house to accompany her. This is so funny. These two 6-year-old girls saw that my mother's front foot had just left, and her back foot began to open at home! At that time, everyone had a limited supply of white flour every month, so we should do it well if we can. They poured all the white flour that the family had eaten for a month into a basin, mixed it with water and began to roll so-called cakes. When I was rolling, I suddenly heard the voice of my mother coming home from work. In desperation, I hid all the cakes in the water tank. As soon as my mother saw them standing there blindfolded and waiting for a while, she understood everything. But I have to cook for the old sow at noon, so I don't have time to give these two tit-for-tat ideological and political lessons! So my mother let them stand in the yard with an empty basin on their heads and bask in the sun. But they are not only unrepentant, but also smirking. My mother put several big potatoes in their top pots respectively, and they were finally honest.