Mary quickly put those things away and replied in a panic, "No, I'm just packing up."
After saying that, she quickly changed the topic, "Eva, where are you going to stay this time?"
Only then did I notice that the bed, the desk, and the wardrobe in my room were all gone.
Even the books I had treasured since childhood, the toys given to me by friends, and the diary I locked in the cabinet were all gone.
My room was filled with all kinds of miscellaneous items, leaving no place to stand.
Mary quickly explained, "It's just that there are too many things at home, and you don't come back often, I thought the room would be wasted, so I used it to store things."
"Where are the things in my room?"
Johnson kicked the bag on the balcony and said, "Don't worry, no one wants your junk. Even the junk collector refused to take them.
"You are almost forty years old and you have lost your job. Who is willing to marry you? I think the bachelor downstairs is pretty good. He is a little old, but he has several houses. You can marry him and live happily!"
I suddenly became angry.
Tom downstairs was almost fifty years old, and I just turned thirty this year. He was in a car accident, his wife died, and his leg was lame.
My biological dad wanted me to marry someone who was about his age.
He was pushing me into the fire pit.
I asked harshly, "What do you mean?"
"I bought the house you're living in now. Don't I even deserve to have a room? And you even want me to marry an old man?"
Johnson got even angrier and pointed at me, saying, "You bastard, how can you talk to your parents like that? We gave birth to you and raised you, isn't it your duty to buy us a house? Why didn't you marry someone but being rude in my house?"
Mary quickly pulled him back and pretended to wipe away her tears.
"Eva, why did you chase us away as soon as you came back and cause trouble?"
I almost laughed out of anger when I saw the two of them.
They were putting on a play in front of me.
As soon as I spoke, they refuted me, with the excuse that they were my parents, and it was obvious that they were determined to drive me away.
I didn't bother to argue with them but just pushed open the door of Stella's room.
"Stella, Mom and Dad want me to move out, please say something."
Stella was playing a game on her phone. When she saw it was me, she quickly took off her earphones and said, "Eva, wait for a moment."
I stood there in silence.