The nanny disliked him as well, seeing him as trouble, earning a good wage, but still abusing him.
When he was eight, I was by the lake flying a kite with friends and noticed him, injured and extremely thin.
I gently stepped in front of him and asked, “Big brother, do you not have money to eat? I’ll give you all my money!”
At that time, I handed him everything I had, both bills and coins. He lifted his head to look at me, and there seemed to be light in his eyes.
That 115 dollars brought someone into my life who loved me.
At 14, his parents completely ignored him, leaving him to survive on his own, while I begged my father to take him in.
At 15, just because I said I wanted cake, he skipped class and accepted punishment to go outside the school to buy it.
At 17, he wrote awkward love letters to me like other boys his age.
At 18, just to see me once, he took a 12-hour flight to England.
He remembered all my likes, my routines, even the dates of my menstrual cycle. Everyone said we were perfectly matched.
I once foolishly believed we would grow old together after marriage, but no one expected that someone like him would be unfaithful, and with the junior I had supported.