In the autumn of 1990, I was born. My mom told me that, at that time, you were still very young but always pestering her to hold me and show me to you. You were only two years old then, a little boy. My mom said that you already had a strong awareness of being a brother. When people asked you if there was a new little brother in your family, you would seriously tell them: No, it's a little sister! Or when they asked you what your sister looked like, you would proudly tell them: My sister is very beautiful.