"They were perfectly fine in my room. Why are they here?"
Mary looked at the house and then back at me, hesitantly saying, "No one threw them out... We just... needed to clear a room."
"Clear a room? Clear my room?"
Mary looked away and nodded reluctantly.
"Jessica's sister is coming to attend college here. She won't stay in the dorm; she'll stay with us."
I laughed in disbelief. "So you want to clear out my room for her?"
Mary stayed silent, not saying a word.
I was trembling with anger.
Seeing my mom like this, I held back my frustration.
"There is another room. Why can't she stay there? Why does she have to kick me out?"
Mary just lowered her head, twisting the hem of her clothes.
It seemed like I was the one being unreasonable, like she was the one being kicked out, not me.
Jessica stood by the door, scoffing and sarcastically saying, "I've never seen anyone graduate and then stay at home sponging off their parents. Aren't you ashamed?"
I bit my tongue and didn't respond. She was not my real sister; conflicts were hard to resolve.
Seeing that I ignored her, she shouted aggressively, "Lydia, I'm talking to you."