The Story Behind the Room without Air Conditioning

"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.

"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.