The Story of My Sister and I: Rama and Shinta

We were a normal family. Dad worked in an office as a manager, and Mom was a kindergarten teacher. My name is Rama, and Shinta is my little sister. She was three years younger. We were not a rich family, but economically, we can live properly. Mom and Dad loved us very much, but as the youngest, Shinta often got special treatment from Mom and Dad, which made her a spoiled child and very clingy to both Mom and Dad as well as to me. I wasn't jealous of her because, as a boy, I thought it was normal to spoil a girl. And I loved her very much.