The Story Behind the Room without Air ConditioningChapter 1 Live Over Again
"Zoe Floyd, you're such a good girl! Just tell me. Which of these two rooms do you like?"
The person who asked me the question was my mother, Carrie Floyd. It happened when our family moved to a new house.
In my prior life, I followed her suggestion and chose the smallest room without air conditioning. But even so, she didn't feel sorry for me. Instead, she just bullied me even more unscrupulously.
I, who had the chance to live my life over again, just smiled and pointed to the best-decorated and largest children's room, saying, "Mom, I like that one."
Hearing my words, my mother looked embarrassed. Looking around at her colleagues and relatives sitting in the living room, she whispered, "Zoe, believe me! The room is so big that you'll be scared. How about choosing the small one?"
She wanted not only my brother to live in a better room but others to praise her as a fair mother. I knew that it was just a form of moral abduction.
I deliberately raised my voice and asked, "Mom, but I like a big room, and here is an air conditioning."
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.