I was rarely at home that I didn't realize that Wendy was such a phony.
A crisp sound rang out.
My dad slammed the table, stood up, and glared at me, scolding, "You damn girl!
"You piss Wendy off! Apologize!
"So what if you bought all these things? Do you want to take them all back?"
Because Wendy gave birth to Jack, she had been favored and never done any chores.
But I didn't expect Dad to be so biased that he couldn't even distinguish right from wrong.
"Who are you to criticize Mommy? You bad woman! Get lost! Get out of our house!"
Jack, who was playing games, suddenly raised his head and shouted at me.
I slapped him, snatched back the tablet, and scolded, "You little brat!"
He burst into tears.
Everyone's expression changed.
"Gee!
"How can we continue to live like this? I don't want to live anymore!"
Wendy sat on the floor and started throwing a tantrum.
"Ursula!
"You've gone too far. Why can't you have a civilized conversation with us? Why did you hit Jack? You're so cruel!"
My mother picked up Jack with a distressed look and turned around to glare at me.
"Ursula, I can let go of everything else. But I can't accept it when you scold Wendy and hit Jack!"