My Biased Parents Tricked Me Into Raising My Brother

I died.

I died on my birthday, crushed to pieces by a truck.

My soul floated back home and saw my little brother making a mess with my birthday cake, while my parents laughed happily beside him.

My little brother innocently asked, "Will Julia be angry?"

My mother indulgently replied, "As long as you're happy."

Huh, they had always been like this, indulging my little brother to freely control everything of mine, treating me as a burden.

At this moment, hatred grew wildly in my heart.

But later, when I was reborn, the situation changed...

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Dazzling lights illuminated my vision as bright as daylight. After a moment of distraction, a runaway truck occupied my entire field of view.

Without time to dodge, I was sent flying by the crash.

Blood splattered in the air, and it was dazzling.

In an instant, the piercing pain penetrated my whole body.

At this moment, my only thought was to go home, because my mom said she bought me a birthday cake. Today was my birthday.

She asked me to go back early, which was also the first time she said she would celebrate for me.

In the past, my parents' attention was always on my younger brother. I was always insignificant to them.

No one knew how happy I was when I received the call. It was as if I came alive because my mom finally cared about me.

But now, it seemed that I can't go back.

The pain in my body gradually occupied all my thoughts.

This was a pain I had never experienced before.

It hurt so much!

I screamed desperately, but couldn't make a sound. Tears flowed down my cheeks, mixed with blood in my mouth.

I wanted to move my body, but my lower half had no sensation.

The cry of the truck driver reached my ears. He said the ambulance would be here soon and begged me not to move.

But... if I couldn't go back, I wouldn't be able to see my birthday cake. I wanted to hear my parents say happy birthday to me...

I didn't know how long it had been, but suddenly, I couldn't hear or see anything, not even the excruciating pain.

I felt light all over and realized that I was floating.

I looked at my translucent self and realized that I was already dead. This was my soul.

But my body was still on the ground, being desperately rescued.

Several medical staff inserted various instruments into my body, but they didn't know that I was already dead and couldn't be saved no matter what.

I felt immense sadness in my heart, but couldn't shed a tear.

It took me a long time to accept the fact that I was dead.

I controlled my soul and flew unsteadily towards home. I wanted to take one last look at my birthday cake and see if my mother was anxious because I hadn't come back yet.

But when I got back, I realized that I was wrong, and I was very wrong.

The cake was smeared everywhere, and I could hear my brother's cheers from outside.

Innocently, he asked my parents, "Will Julia be angry when she comes back?"

My mother shook her head indulgently and then said disdainfully, "They why does she not to come back sooner? She's not sensible and made us wait for so long."

But I had already rushed back as soon as I got off work.

My brother cheered again, and I clearly saw the triumphant look on his face when he turned around.

This was his usual style, pretending to be obedient in front of our parents, but taking everything of mine and destroying it.

A wave of hatred flashed through my heart, and I wanted to fly over and slap him, but I passed straight through his body.

He sneezed and said to his mother that he felt a chill.

Our mother quickly brought him a coat to put on.

He pretended to care and said, "Will my sister be okay?"

Our mother sneered, "She's a jinx, it's better if she's dead."

Our father smiled and touched my brother's head, "Bob, remember, you are my pride, not Julia."