Author's Note:
As always, this is just something I wanted to share, but it's not necessary to read.This time, it's a part of Khan's memories.
I'll focus only on the story between Khan and his first younger brother. Just know that he has two more siblings.
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I was never a very talkative child, but even so, I had a fairly normal childhood.
At 8 years old, I had few friends, but it never really bothered me. School was relatively normal, no drama or problems.
When I was 11, there was just one small change—that was because of my younger brother, who was 9 at the time.
My mother always insisted that I take him along to play with me.
At first, everyone treated him as an equal, since no one really minded. I also felt more at ease bringing him to play.
But at some point, my brother started to suffer a bit of bullying from some of my classmates—and I didn't notice it, since he always smiled through it. It wasn't anything heavy, but there were mocking remarks.
