My father's daughter raised me before fortune telling _ My father raised me before fortune telling, and my wife is a star.

A 2500-word composition about my daughter and me.

Strange to say, almost all other people's friends are children of their own age, but my friend is my sister who is two years younger than me.

For example, in the summer vacation, when I do the Olympic math, my grades are always worse than my sister's. Grandma always praises her sister instead of me and always asks me to learn from her. Therefore, I am always criticized. I still smile every day. However, there is a little thing that makes me quarrel with "children".

Once, I was doing my homework. Suddenly, my sister somehow touched my hand. Suddenly the hand turned to one side, leaving a long scratch on the exercise book, destroying the aesthetic feeling of the exercise book and making the whole exercise book look at all discordant. I waited and looked at the traces in my exercise book for a while, and it took me a long time to come to my senses.

Just then, I shouted angrily to my sister, "Are you blind? Can't you see I'm doing my homework? "

My sister looked blank: "What?"

"You don't have to tell me!" I was still angry and said, "What about my exercise book? Say it yourself! "

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." My sister looked helpless.

"You are intentional, do you want grandma to praise you a lot? That's why you made my exercise book so ugly. Right? ! "I attacked her with words again.

"No, I really didn't mean to." My sister is about to cry. "I really didn't mean it. Sorry! "

"It's no use!" I shouted. In fact, I have long known that my sister didn't mean it, but I don't know why, I just want to find fault with my sister.

"woo ... woo, I really didn't mean to!" My sister's tears burst its banks at that moment and poured out.

I am indifferent, but I have a plan. My sister stopped crying for a while, calmed down and took out her homework. Haha, as I expected. I was overjoyed and started to do my homework without saying anything. After doing it for a while, I saw my sister doing it seriously and deliberately touched her arm. My sister's arm is crooked, and like me, she left a clear scratch on her exercise book. I thought my sister would say something, but she bit her lip and tore up the page.

I thought I would jump for joy, but I frowned. What's going on here? What is wrong with me? I sat down to meditate ... unconsciously, I found that my anger had vanished with the shredded paper. Why is this happening? This question has been coming to my mind.

I didn't understand until today. I was moved, moved by my sister's broad chest. Fortunately, after that incident, my sister and I still played and studied together. This is my little friend, my sister.