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The next day, before leaving for school, Mom
reminded me again about switching names
for the midterm.
Seeing I still wouldn’t agree.
She directly withheld my allowance and
wouldn’t let the family driver take me to
school.
She said haughtily:
“When you learn to stop being selfish, Mom
will give you everything back.”
Dad was also indifferent: “Apologize to your
く
And Willow held Mom’s hand and spoke
softly: “Sister, please apologize. It’s just one
exam, it’s not a big deal. Don’t make Mom
angry-”
Her little face turned red as she spoke.
My mom quickly patted her back to help her
breathe.
“Look how sensible your sister is! When you
were little, you pretended to be gentle and
obedient, loving your sister. Now that you’re
older and your wings are hard, you know how
to defy me and bully your sister.”
“If only you were half as well–behaved as
Willow.”
Of course, Willow could be well–behaved.
Because all she had to do was open her
mouth or shed a tear, and my parents would
immediately hand over whatever she wanted.
Coaxing her to be happy.
Not like me, with no one to love me.
Walking on the road, a car stopped in front of
- me. The window rolled down, revealing
Willow’s delicate face.
“Sister, please don’t be angry.”
She smiled, her eyes curving, but beneath
that innocent smile, I could see the intense
malice directed at me: “Don’t be sad that
Mom loves me more. It’s your own fault for
being so difficult.”
“You stole my nutrients in the womb and gave
me heart disease. Now, you owe me. You
have to pay me back.”
Her voice trailed off, her eyes reddening with
hatred.
No longer the fragile, innocent little flower of
a sister.
“You’re wrong.
I looked directly into her eyes, calm and
serious: “First, congenital heart disease is
mostly genetic. Dad not having it doesn’t
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mean Grandpa didn’t. It’s not my fault, so I
don’t owe you anything.”
“Second, birth is a battle between millions of
sperm. The struggle between twins starts
from the zygote. Survival of the fittest. You
were weak, so you’re frail. I was strong, so I’m
healthy.”
“So, I was the winner in the womb.”
Willow’s face instantly darkened, her smile
disappearing, the hatred in her eyes
intensifying.
But the next second, she smiled brilliantly:
“Rose, you try so hard, don’t you just want
Mom and Dad to see you?”
“You know what? When you got first in the
grade and looked at Mom and Dad
expectantly for praise, you really looked like a
stray dog.”
“But no matter how hard you try, how
excellent you are, it’s useless. Mom and Dad
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will never love you.”
They say your enemy knows you best, not
your friends.
Willow knew my weakness was my parents‘
love.
So she used it as a blade to hurt me, to force
- me.
And my parents willingly became her blade. If it were my past life, hearing these words
would make me sad, heartbroken, even make
me cry.
But now, I just casually hummed in agreement
and smiled:
“Then I won’t love them.”
I won’t love them.
I won’t expect anything.
Then I won’t be disappointed, and it won’t
hurt.
