She gave me a really weird expression and stared at me when her colleagues and relatives didn't notice us.
I took two steps back, pretending to be scared. "Mom, do you prefer my younger brother, Beth Floyd? So, you want him to live in the big room, right?"
Hearing what I said, Dolcie, one of her colleagues, burst into laughter. "Carrie, what's going on? You have a son and a daughter, what a blessing! You keep telling us that you like girls, but I don't think that's the case now."
When my mother gave birth to my brother, she told everyone that it was because I needed a friend to play with. But in fact, she wanted a boy, particularly when she only had a girl. Besides, she was unwilling to admit that she favored boys over girls, and she used to pretend that she liked girls in public.
I was brainwashed by her for a long time, so I often pretended to be spoilt by her.
At first, I just gave some toys and delicious snacks to my younger brother.
Later, when we moved to a new house, she generously let me, the eldest daughter, choose the room first to show her fairness. In fact, she had already told me the day before that I could not choose the big house.