It's about my older and younger sister. I think they have a similarity, that is they like to trade something while I am not and I do not undrestand how to trade something because I just can buy or use it. I really do not have idea about trading.
Because of their similarity they like to share about their each experience, and they look so close. Maybe, you can say that I am jealous maybe that is true, I am jealous because I do not have something to be shared.
When we were gathered they talked much and I talked less because I could not join into their discussion because I really do not like trade.
And then, I also look like childish than my younger sister, I just do not understand it, or maybe my younger sister is getting adult or mature than me? O gosh, maybe I should learn how to be more mature.
And I think for my first problem I have to find out what thing that I can share together with them. So that I will not feel that I am in a strange island :-P, I will try it.
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