There are 4 people in my house

 I'm Min, 6 years old this year. At first, when I had Miu, I was not happy because she fought for all of her parents' love. But when I listened to my father's explanation, I realized many things.

One day, my mother asked me: "Do you like to have me?".

Wow, that sounds really good. Although I still prefer to have him, but my mother said that only babies can be born. Well, it's okay to have me, I'm happy to have someone to play. Mom even asked me if I like a sister or a brother? I answered firmly: "My brother's mother, I will play football with him". [...]

"Girls can also play ball and build lego with their children."

"Really?".

"Really, if you share it with me." [...]

Suddenly one day my mother disappeared, I opened my eyes and did not see her. My mother went away for a few days, suddenly I became worried, and eagerly went to the door to wait. I miss my mother, especially at night when I go to bed without her, I miss her even more. My dad said it's okay, mom went to pick up my sister, he'll be back soon.

I don't really believe my dad, my sister isn't in my mother's womb, why do I have to go pick them up?

After waiting for a long time, my mother finally came back, holding a blanket in her hand, inside was a certain baby. Mom said it was my sister. I touched my mother's belly, it wasn't as big as it was a few days ago, but it still looked like a baby inside.

"Not anymore, I'm here to pick up the baby and play with me."

I tilted my head to look at her, the first time I saw someone so tiny. The hand is also tiny, the mouth is also tiny, the eyes are closed and sleepy. She looks exactly like a kindergarten classmate's doll. [...]

"Hello baby, I'm Min, from now on I'll be your brother." I whispered to Miu like that, that's the name I just gave her. From now on, we are officially one family.

I have her, I can't stop getting excited when I see her. I ran over to show it to Mr. Bin and Mr. Bear, and showed it to the neighbors. From now on, I don't have to be jealous of anyone who has you anymore. I want to play with my brother immediately, I show the green four-wheeler in front of him. [...]

But there is one thing that I have to think carefully before I dare to tell you, that I am not always happy with your presence in this house, but sometimes I am also sad and lonely.

I'm losing my main character, you've taken over my mother, in a way I can't control.

Do you know what Miu's biggest weapon is? That is crying. I cried very loudly, actually, there was no big deal, such as hunger, sadness, or sleepiness… that was all but I cried.

I didn't even see a single tear, but my mother believed it, and when I heard her cry, she rushed to comfort me. I tried to do the same, crying louder than you to get my mother's attention. But no, my mother told me not to be noisy so she could comfort me.

Since having you, I can't sleep with my mother anymore. My dad spread a mattress on the floor and asked me to sleep with him. My dad often stays up late so I'll have to roll around alone forever before I can sleep.

Sometimes I sneak up to the bed where my mother is lying, but then I am afraid of my father, so I only dare to hug her for a while and then have to crawl to the ground. I don't know how much longer I have to sleep away from my mother? If it's a lifetime, I can't stand it, even though I can't imagine how long this life will be, I just know that it will be very long.

I cried thinking about my shame, if I don't fight, my whole life I will be taken away from my mother.

From that day on, I started to become a naughty child, which means that I no longer do what my parents told me to do. I will not yield to you, will not coax you, how you do, I will do the same. I cry for my mother, I will run to hug her legs and cry louder, I will take my mother's milk to hug one side, my sister who sleeps next to my mother will interrupt in the middle.

Mom pushed me away to not let me do those things, I don't care, the baby cried even louder, still couldn't sleep at night. Now it's my mother's time to cry. [...]

The next morning, Dad called me into his office and started a serious conversation. Kind of scary, my dad is scary when he's serious. [...]

“I know there will be times when you feel jealous of you, but actually, when you were little, you were loved by your mother just like you. Because you don't remember, I know you won't remember, so I recorded a clip for you to see."

Dad turned on the computer, played my videos when I was a baby, as small as Miu, then grown up, knowing how to flip, crawl, walk, run… Turns out I used to be like that and my sister Miu must have will grow up like that.

My father also said that I am happier now than Miu, like at weekends, when my father takes me to the park, to eat ice cream, but Miu has to stay at home, so I can't go anywhere. Speaking of which, my father was also right, whoever said Miu was too small to go.

When you grow up like me, I will ask my father to take me with you. With that in mind, I don't feel jealous of you anymore.

I feel ashamed because yesterday I upset my parents. I have understood what my father taught me, I will love my sister more, I will love my mother more, I will listen to my father more.

I will wait for her to know how to sit and stand so that the two brothers can lie down with her mother, I will comfort and play with her so that she can rest. And when Miu grows up, I will tell her father's words to her, teach her to love, because we are a family.