I was destined to leave this family.
But this was my house. Why should I leave?
"Put my things back in my room and return everything to its original state. I'll pretend this never happened."
Everyone hung their heads, saying nothing.
I laughed indifferently.
My parents always favored Tony, always thinking of him first when it came to good food and fun things.
As a child, being able to eat what he left was already a great privilege for me.
Later, when I started making money in college, they seemed to like me a bit more.
Mary became more affectionate, and Jason would remember what I liked to eat.
I thought those childhood grievances would be soothed.
Now, I was also a child loved by my parents.
But today I realized that they had not changed.
They still favored Tony.
Why were they good to me? Maybe because I could make money, buy houses and cars, and support the family.
To them, I was just a good source of money.
While we were at an impasse, a young girl in a white dress suddenly appeared at the door.
Seventeen or eighteen years old, radiating sunshine.
Mary ran over to open the door and greeted her warmly, "Chloe, you're here. Come in, you must be tired from the trip."