The strong smell of smoke filled my nose, bringing to mind vivid images of fiery infernos—but these scenes were not from Grandma’s house. This only strengthened my belief that my father was lying to me!
Even my brother got weirdly serious when he heard me say “fire.” He kept watching me closely from the corner of the room
After lingering for a while, my parents went out to work and my brother returned to his room to play games.
He never had a job. He spent all day livestreaming himself playing games and barely earned anything, usually ending each month broke. But my parents never complained about it. In fact, they fully supported him mooching off them. Meanwhile, they were constantly harsh with me and demanding that I hand over my paycheck once I started working.
As my mom put it, “You’re the older sister. It’s your duty to sacrifice for your brother. You’re supposed to give in to him, no matter what.”
Seeing how “that family” of mine was all acting and thinking in sync only made me even more curious about the locked cabinet.
If opening it would bring disaster upon our whole family…
Well, that didn’t really matter to me.