"Alice is a reasonable person and will understand our difficulties," Sam said.
Hearing the word "reasonable", I laughed.
I had been trapped by this word for 25 years.
Even now that I was dead, they still wanted to use this word to control me.
Mary always praised me as reasonable, sensible, well-behaved, and capable in front of Sam.
It was the reason why I could stay in this house.
When I was young, as long as Tony and Yolanda cried, I was always the one who got beaten even if they stole my things.
Mary would push me to the balcony and say, "You are their sister. Can you be more sensible?"
In the end, I would be locked on the balcony to reflect on my mistakes, while they would take their two children to the playground to play for the day.
Whenever I wanted to go out and play, I had to take my younger brother and sister with me. Otherwise, I couldn't go out.
My classmates and playmates didn't like me bringing my brother and sister to play with them.
When they saw me with Yolanda and Tony, they all hid away.
As time went by, I didn't even have any friends.
I could only take care of my brother and sister at home.