"You're young, so you have to live in a small room. Besides, aren't you afraid of living in a big room? What if there are ghosts?"
In my prior life, I was so scared that I agreed immediately, but later on, she was reluctant to install an air conditioner for me. As a result, I would sweat profusely when summer came. I even lose about 10 pounds in the summer.
After finally being admitted to university, I thought I could get rid of her, but she forced me to choose a public school near my home in the name of love.
In fact, it was just because the school could offer me a full scholarship. As for the money she had, it all was spent on my brother. To get an academic degree for my brother, she even sent him to a private college at a high price.
Later, everything gradually got out of control. To get 200 thousand dollars, she forced me to marry a 40-year-old widower. At that moment, I could only jump off the building to end my life.
Back to reality, my mother restrained herself and questioned me again, "Are you sure you want to stay in this big room?"
I nodded without hesitation. It was better to drive others crazy than to waste my own energy.
"Hey, Carrie, be generous! Let your child live in whichever house she likes. Your son is younger than her. You can't only care about your son and ignore your daughter."
Based on my understanding of my mother, I knew that she would definitely feel embarrassed.
Fearing that others would find that she valued boys more, she finally nodded with gritted teeth.
"I'm just asking her a few questions," my mother tried to explain.
I naturally moved into the bigger room, and my brother had to live in the smaller one. He kicked me unwillingly, but I dodged quickly. So, he kicked the leg of the table, holding his foot and crying in pain.
It soon alarmed the adults in the living room, and my mother rushed over and hugged my brother in her arms.
She started accusing me directly, "What's wrong with you? Have I spoiled you too much? How could you hurt your brother?"
As an evil person, she was very good at playing this trick.
As a group of adults looked at me questioningly, I pinched my thigh hard and cried louder than my brother.
"It's all my fault. Mom always told me that if Beth wanted to hit me, I should just stand still. If I had known, I would not have moved. Under such circumstances, my brother would not have kicked the table leg."