Yesterday I walked on the street with my bro and there is a toy store which sells some transportation models. My brother and I both familiar with it because we were usually taken to there by dad when we were young. My brother who is a 16years old teenager now, got in it as soon as possible. The story starts. He is excited with all models there, both old or new released. To contrary, I'm dispirited.
My brother's vision which shows his willingness of owning the models. He opens his wallet, there is only 100$. His eyebrows are drawn down and i feel myself conscienceless. Of cause, he never expects me to pay for him, it such an miracle to him. If you ask me a question in person that if I would pay for a toy for my brother, defiantly no.
However, when I saw his strong willingness of having a thing, my mind just came up an idea that I should pay for him. Not because I'm guilty of getting a lot of luxuries, I'm actually jealous he is capable with happiness. I couldn't understand how does my bro get happiness so easily. No matter how much I own, there is a thing I lost.
Where has happiness gone?
Some would say, just be simple. I surmise who can complete this statement should be a retard or born with mental handicap.
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