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As soon as I went downstairs, my brother Song Kang's voice came through: "What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
I glanced at him and walked straight to my room.
"Are you blind? Can't you see I'm cleaning my room?"
Song Kang has always disliked me; he thinks I took his good spot. After all, when my mom was pregnant, everyone assumed she was having a boy. So from the moment I was born, I was not favored by the family. Plus, when my mom later had my brother, it made me seem even more like an unnecessary mistake.
Song Kang stood in front of me, blocking my way into the room.
"Move aside."
I said coldly.
"This room is mine; get out."
As he spoke, he pushed me.
In my past life, I would have stepped aside and let Song Kang enter the room. But this life...
I took a step back, and with a fierce kick to his stomach, I sent him flying.
Song Kang didn't expect me to retaliate like that; he crashed against the wall and then slid down to the floor. He clutched his stomach and struggled to get up.
"You dare hit me? I'm going to tell Mom!" he shouted in pain.
"Go ahead," I replied as I entered the room and shut the door.
Outside, Song Kang's cries gradually faded away until they disappeared completely.
I know he went to complain. In my previous life, I chose to endure to avoid causing trouble for my family. Little did I expect that my concession would only lead to more severe actions.
Song Kang saw that his family was siding with him and became even more reckless. Not only did he occupy my room, but he also messed with my things. There was even one time when he secretly put cockroaches in my bathwater while I was showering. I was so scared that I screamed and slipped in the bathroom, hitting my head and bleeding.
When my mom learned about this, she not only didn’t blame Song Kang but also scolded me: "You're such a grown person, and you still manage to fall while taking a shower? You're really useless."
"Mom, help me," I reached out to her. But she pushed me away, saying, "Don't touch me. If you can't handle yourself, don't blame others." Then she turned and left. Behind me, I could hear Song Kang's triumphant laughter.
On the day of the exam, I completed the questions smoothly. Coming out of the examination room, I finally felt the reality of my rebirth. Leaving home was something I had wanted since my previous life. Therefore, this exam was crucial for me.
My grandfather is a selfish and inconsiderate person who loves to create trouble. When Song Kang was still not in kindergarten, my grandfather secretly took him out to buy toys, almost getting him kidnapped. When my mom found out, she scolded my grandfather harshly. But he held Song Kang in his arms with an innocent look and said, "I just wanted to make my grandson happy; why do you have to make such a big deal out of it?"
"You’re an adult; can’t you understand anything?"
"The child is already this big and still can't play. What will happen when he grows up and can't play with other kids? He'll be bullied!"
"I don't care; you must apologize to my grandson today."
At that time, although Song Kang was young, he vaguely understood what his grandfather meant.
From then on, Song Kang misunderstood my mother, believing she intentionally didn't let him buy toys or go out to play.
As he grew a little older and became estranged from his parents, he joined forces with his grandfather, targeting my mother at every turn.
My dad watched from the side and could only mediate, saying, "Dad didn't do anything wrong; he just wants to make his grandson happy. Is it really necessary to react like this?"
I was so angry I trembled all over. "Dad, Grandpa did something wrong. As his children, we should advise him to correct it, not support him in doing harm."
"What do you mean by supporting harm? That's such a harsh way to put it. He's your grandfather, and I'm his son. We're family; why are you turning against us?"
"Your grandfather just wants to play with his grandson; he hasn't done anything wrong. Why are you making such a fuss about it?"
I was so furious I couldn't speak.
I didn't understand why my dad had become like this.
Clearly, when he was younger, he could distinguish right from wrong.
But why had he changed so much as an adult?
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