The Choice That Determines Fate Is Controlled by the Mother

In the previous life, I had been first, in this life, she should be first, no matter what my sister chose, it was all fair.

My sister's chubby finger slid from left to right, my heart trembled with her fingers.

She pointed at the one on the left, giggling. "I want the one on the left."

My fingers trembled as I opened the other note, inside was a familiar sketch of a house.

My whole body froze, the note floated to the ground.

In a daze, I saw that on the crumpled paper in my sister's hand was a simple line drawing of a "$".

Dad sighed with a hint of regret, murmuring, "It's all fate."

Everything was no different from the previous life.

Just that on the back of my sister's note, there were some faint yellow mud spots.

There was no fairness, only mother's favoritism.

She quietly let my sister choose first, and drew another note hidden in her pocket.

No matter if I chose left or right, they were the options my sister didn't want.

In my previous life, I received an admission notice from Crestwood College.

My mom said that I was lucky to get into Crestwood College, and if I went, I wouldn't graduate, it would be better to get married and have children early.

I took out my report card that had been first in the grade for three years in a row.

She changed her tune and said that the school was too far away and I couldn't live independently away from home.

But I was very handy, often taking care of their three meals a day, and keeping the house tidy.

I listed various evidences, but she still wouldn't let me go to Crestwood College.

When she was not there, my dad gave me ten thousand dollars and told me to buy my own train ticket to school.

Who could have thought that my mom was extreme enough to tear up my admission notice.

It was all because my sister received an offer from a university in the UK that day.

In order to completely ruin my hope of going to university, she gave my parents the pregnancy test stick I had hidden under my bed.

I knelt down and explained to them that this was the result of a thug forcing himself on me.

But as women, they had no pity or sympathy for the same sex.

They scolded me for being shameless, saying that I should have dropped out of school early and stayed at home to learn to do laundry and cook.

My dad finally spoke, his face with fresh slap marks and scratch marks, showing my mom's madness.

"Eva, you have to get that ten thousand dollars back. Your sister's tuition is not enough for a year, our family can't afford two college students at the same time."

After sweeping up the debris on the floor, my mom framed my sister's offer and hung it on the wall.

She never stopped talking.

"Even if you weren't pregnant, as a sister, you should give in to your sister. Studying abroad can make our family proud. After we marry you off, half of the dowry will be given to your sister for living expenses, and half to us for retirement."

My dreams and future were shattered in the trash can.

The shame and stain of my life was in my belly.

I couldn't accept it and chose to jump.

Before the pain of my shattered bones took my consciousness away, I returned to the starting point of everything.

Since the draw, Dad's attitude towards us was noticeably different.

Especially when we started junior high, he enrolled my sister in a bunch of extracurricular tutoring classes, from dance to calligraphy, from vocal music to art.

My sister, used to being lazy, didn't want to do anything other than play.

"I've paid the deposit, if you don't want to go, I can only ask your sister..."

The deposit couldn't be refunded, from my dad's tone, he was planning to let me go.

I was about to agree immediately, but my sister changed her face.

"No! I'll go, my sister only likes to read, she doesn't like these things."

My mom also echoed, "Lana, we all agreed at the time, once you start, you have to stick with it, you can't quit halfway."

I also liked those classes.

But no one asked me, they icily ignored my existence.

"Slam", I closed the book in my hand.

"Mom and Dad, the junior class exam is about to start, my math score is not good enough, I also want to sign up for a tutoring class."

"Why did you sign up for the junior class on your own, we don't have any spare money at home, we bought you so many books, you learn on your own." My mom was emotional and screamed.

"The notes I bought with my saved money were sold by you as waste paper, can't I use the money you used to buy these garbage to exchange for a few tutoring sessions?"

I pointed to the comics and romance novels on the bookshelf and questioned her, among the books were feudal literature about women needing to be "foolishly filial" and "obeying the three obediences and four virtues".

At the critical stage of the middle school entrance examination, I rushed home after school to organize my notes, only to find that all the paper materials related to my studies in my room were gone.

My mother was showing off the new book she bought for me.

I had wanted a set of famous teacher question bank for a long time, and I thought this was a surprise from my mother.

"Eva, I heard that girls like to read comics and novels, so I specifically went to the bookstore." She said with a tone of pride.

What I wanted to read were masterpieces of all ages, and brilliant ancient books.

Not the literature of poor quality, full of blurred fonts and rubbish thoughts.

All the books and notes in my bookcase were sold by my mother to the waste collector.

Only to get a hundred dollars.

"My sister spends so much money on so many classes, and you don't feel distressed. Can't I even take a few math classes?"

I compared myself with my sister, hoping to get more investment from them.

"I work during the day to earn money, and when I come home, I have to serve you ancestors. It's good enough to support your studies, but you're still unsatisfied."

My mother started to shout hoarsely, complaining about the pain from bearing us to the hardship of today's work.

"Eva, go back to your room and read first. We'll talk about the cram school later." My dad smoothed things over and sent me back to my room, and only then did my mom calm down.

If I couldn't go to the cram school, I studied by myself.

At two in the morning, I was still burning the midnight oil.

I got up to read early before dawn at six.

At seven o'clock, I had to prepare breakfast for the whole family.

Otherwise, my mother wouldn't give me tuition.

Lack of sleep and physical exhaustion did a number on my body.

My period made me almost faint from anemia.

My father saw that I was studying too hard and secretly enrolled me in a cram school without telling my mother.

He warned me all the way. "Eva, you must never let your mother know."

Actually, my father still had a bit of love for me.

In my previous life, he was afraid that I would be malnourished, so he would put milk in my schoolbag.

Afraid that I wouldn't have enough money, he would put the change from buying groceries under my books.

I received the admission notice from Crestwood College, and he was the only one in the family who supported me.

But I knew he didn't really want me to continue my studies.

It was just that he was browsing on his phone that day and saw someone saying that college students get more betrothal gifts than high school students.

His cheap love ultimately did not outweigh his selfishness and ignorance.