I was clearly the elder twin, but I'd been born much smaller than my brother, and my breathing had been weak.According to the doctor, I'd given all my nutrients to my younger brother, Matthew Gibson, when we were in utero.When we were five, I'd caught him as he fell from the top floor of the villa. As a result, both my arms broke, and I had to spend a year in recovery. When we were 12, Matthew had become severely ill. Out of everyone in the entire family, I'd been the only one whose bone marrow was a match. In order to save his life, I'd gained 40 pounds rapidly. Thanks to that, I'd been overweight throughout my adolescence. It wasn't until I went to college that I succeeded in losing weight. Mom and Dad had forbidden Matthew from saying anything mean to me. Since Matthew had suffered multiple calamities from childhood, I felt compelled to bear the responsibility to care for him. Not only that, my parents had also encouraged me to do it.In my eyes, Matthew was a fledgling
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