I've Accumulated Enough Disappointment, And Now I Leaving My Family

For ten years, if she had paid any attention to me, she would have known that I couldn’t eat spicy food.

But she only had my sister in her heart.

The four of them sat on the sofa and chatted, just like a close family.

And I returned to the storage room alone.

After a while, a scream came.

“Who cut my strawberry bear? Who?”

My sister rushed downstairs holding the strawberry bear that was cut into pieces, crying bitterly.

My parents and Kevin were panicking.

My father immediately sent Kevin out to buy an identical one. My mother hugged my sister in her arms, wiped her tears and whispered comfort.

They called the nanny to ask.

The nanny glanced at me with a guilty look. “I swear it wasn’t me who cut it!”

My sister raised her tearful eyes and glared at me fiercely. “Emily, it’s you again! It’s you again…”

She rushed over like crazy and strangled my neck fiercely.

“Are you a psychopath? You’ve ruined everything I’ve loved since I was little and you’re so proud of it, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t breathe and my face turned red, but my parents just looked at me coldly, with no intention of stopping me.

They must have thought I cut it.

I was so angry that I broke my sister’s fingers and pushed her.

She fell to the ground and cried even more sadly.

“What? You don’t even bother pretending? Are you bullying me in front of your parents?”

Who was bullying whom?

If I didn’t resist, she would strangle me to death.

My father came over with a dark face and slapped me twice.

“You are the elder sister, how can you do this to your own sister?”

I just pushed her, but it became an unforgivable mistake in the eyes of my parents.

This kind of thing had happened too many times in the past ten years and I had long been numb.

I was too lazy to argue, wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and turned back to my room.

Kevin came back and after listening to my sister’s confession, he banged on the door and scolded me.

I picked up the remaining piece of drawing paper in the small iron box, feeling sad.

The little girl with a bright smile on it was me.

But in fact, I had not been able to smile since ten years ago.

My mother was in a hurry to give birth to me and my sister, so she invited my grandmother from her hometown.

My sister was crying and making trouble, which took away all my mother’s attention.

Others said that naughty girls would definitely have a bright future and my mother believed it. She asked my grandmother to take me back to her hometown to raise me, on the grounds of limited energy.

When I was three years old and it was time to go to kindergarten, my grandmother sent me back.

My sister saw my mother holding me, crying and rolling around, forcing my grandmother to take me away.

My grandmother’s health was getting worse and worse and my parents didn’t want me, so she had to foster me in the homes of neighbors and relatives.

Every morning, when I woke up, I would first think about whose home I was in.

They were all very nice to me, but they would secretly complain about my parents’ cold-bloodedness.

My parents only took my sister to the countryside to see me once.

My sister was curious about what the countryside was like, so they took her to play in the countryside and take a look at me.

My sister despised me for being unsophisticated and refused to let me hold her hand. She also questioned what qualifications I had to look exactly like her.

My grandmother asked them to take me home again, but they refused again on the grounds of limited energy.

It was not until my grandmother passed away and they returned to their hometown to attend the funeral that they reluctantly let me return to this home.

There were so many rooms in the magnificent three-story villa, but none of them was mine.

I took the initiative to sleep in the storage room.

My parents were obviously relieved.