Being an older brother is determined by love. Even if his younger brother has a gigantic body, he should still love him!

The sequel to my dream is still a dream.

My older brother is gone.

Normally, he does not stay for long. The longest is only ten days, but once he went away it would last for months, or even years.

I am not interested in knowing what his work is, and I am already old enough to not cry when he left. Besides, it makes no difference whether he is gone or not.

I silently stare at the plastic tableware in the bin.

Despite being able to buy proper tableware, he chose to let me do as I pleased. I am not sure he did that because he is an older brother or because he did not want to feel attached to this house.

I look around the house… There is nothing of my brother's belongings left.

His personal belongings are all disposable items.

Not a trace of him is left on the following day, the following month, or the following year…

That is why…

'I really hate him.'

I scan the house and let out a sigh.

…I am all alone once again.

My dream has become less annoying.