My First Experience of Favoritism

I could still remember when I was about 4 years old my brother, who is one year younger than me, and I would fight like in a boxing fight.
 I could still feel the pain that my mother would cheer for my brother and laugh at my loss. 
Nobody except my auntie was comforting me. 
That was my first experience of favoritism.
 It was not good and it will never be a good feeling of favoritism.