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.