Everyone's childhood will have happy memories that will never be forgotten. Until now, I still keep my pink mini camera because it keeps an unforgettable memory between my brothers. Three years ago, when my brother was only three. She walks and stands firm and speaks clearly, so I like to play with her. My dad bought me a toy camera, it's the size of a hand with pretty wavy lines. My sister and I took turns taking pictures. I asked her to pose for me to practice photography. But I kept leaning, laughing and talking. It wasn't what I meant, so I yelled. Her red eyes blinked, her lips curled in anger. I still shouted loudly for her to pose as she wanted. I was still standing there, sobbing but not making a sound. Frustrated, I threw the camera directly at her. - Ah...! - I just had time to say that and then hugged my face and cried. I was so scared, but I was still angry, so I ran to bed and covered myself with blankets. Mom heard it, so she ran up to ask. My brother started to blame me. In the blanket, I heard my mother say my brother's biceps were red from the angle the camera hit. I was stubborn and didn't say a word. In the evening, my father gave me a full meal. I hate my little sister more and more. I didn't talk to her for several nights. My brother brought some lego pieces to ask me how to arrange, I guess he was trying to make up with me so I asked, but normally he never plays. I turned to face the desk pretending to study hard. I brought up the box of ice cream again, while eating, I told a story: "Mr. Dog, today in my class, you guys practice introducing yourself and your family. Tit, a friend near my house, told me about his brother. Do you know how she told it?". - Tell what? - I asked coldly. - He's handsome, study well, and when he's angry, his face looks like your sullen face. - She said with a pretty, innocent face and laughed loudly. I laughed and rushed to tickle her because I knew she was teasing me. So my house was filled with laughter, talking, arguing of my brothers and sisters. I apologized to her and asked her if the pain was gone, my little princess blinked and pouted. Over the years, my brother and I have argued with each other countless times. Now that I'm older, I don't get mad at you when I'm wrong anymore. My sister is also older, the child model has posed professionally, not being yelled at by me like in the past. I love my little sister very much.