Summary
After discovering I was the “fake” daughter, I started asking my younger brother the same thing every day: “If I weren’t your sister, would you still hang out with me?”
At first, he couldn’t be bothered to respond.
Then, he became lost in thought.
Finally, I overheard him on the phone with his best friend.
“My sister says she isn’t my sister.”
“Is she hinting at something?”
“I’ve hidden the fact that I like her so well; how did she find out?”