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Mom smiled as she pinched her face, "My precious daughter, how could I bear to let you suffer? Don't worry, I will definitely help you decorate a beautiful little nest."
Xiao Li pouted, "Hmph, that's more like it. Mom, what do you think of this set?"
The two of them were happily chatting, as if the earlier commotion had never happened.
Mom asked me, "Xiao Ting, do you want to come with us to take a look?"
I shook my head, "No thanks, Mom. You guys go ahead."
Mom scoffed, "You won't even go take a look? Don't come crying later saying we didn't leave you a room."
I replied calmly, "I know. I won't want a room in this house."
Mom shot me a glare, "As long as you know."
Dad urged from the doorway, "Hurry up and go. The people at the sales office are waiting."
While responding to him, Mom complained to me, "You really are cold-hearted. Who else walks around with such a long face all day like someone owes you money?"
I forced a smile.
Yes, I am cold-hearted; I don't deserve family affection.
Dad and Mom took Xiao Li and Xiao Ming and happily went to look at houses.
Suddenly, I felt there was nothing worth staying for in this home anymore.
I started packing my bags.
My luggage was simple; I finished packing with just one suitcase.
For so many years, I had been drifting around outside, unsettled.
When I was studying, I vowed never to return to this heartless place again.
But every holiday, seeing the bright lights outside and the glow of countless homes, I couldn't help but think how nice it would be to have a home of my own.
At those times, I always tried to convince myself that even if my family treated me unfairly, they were still family after all.
At least it was better than being outside.
But this time, the demolition made me deeply realize that I was wrong. This is not my home. It never was. There is no one here; it feels unbearably lonely. I don’t know when Mom and Dad will come back. I took out my phone to check the time; it was just past three in the afternoon.
As I was thinking, my phone rang—it was Mom calling. I answered, "Mom, what's up?" Her voice was cheerful, "Xiao Ting, make sure to cook early; we’re celebrating the demolition together tonight."
I replied coldly, "Why should I help you cook?" Mom's tone instantly turned sharp, "Xiao Ting, how can you talk like that? You haven't left yet, have you? Let me tell you, even if you don't want to, you have to stay here for me!"
"I warn you, if you dare to leave, I won't leave a single room for you!" My heart sank to the bottom. "Mom, you never liked me before, and you still don’t like me now. If that's the case, why keep me here?"
Mom paused for a moment and then said, "What nonsense are you talking? We provide you with good food and drink at home; how can that be bad for you?"
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and go cook!" With that, she hung up the phone.
I sighed and put my suitcase into the closet, planning to stay here temporarily. After all, I had nowhere else to go. I opened the fridge, took out some ingredients, and prepared to cook. A wave of sadness washed over me. This is my home—a cold home without a trace of warmth. I mechanically chopped the vegetables as tears unknowingly fell down my cheeks.
My parents didn't come back until eight in the evening.
Mom smiled and said, "Xiao Ting, you really didn't leave. We haven't eaten yet, so hurry up and make us something to eat."
I replied expressionlessly, "What do you want to eat?"
Xiao Li said, "I want cold cucumber salad."
I turned to the others and asked, "What about you?"
Xiao Ming grinned and said, "Second Sister, you can make cold cucumber salad? How about frying some spicy chicken for me?"
I said, "Okay."
Dad waved his hand.
Mom smiled and said, "Alright, just make us something simple; it doesn't have to be too complicated."
I nodded and turned to go into the kitchen.
Before long, the dishes were ready.
The four of them sat at the dining table, chatting and laughing while eating, without inviting me to join them.
I silently returned to my room, feeling a pang in my heart.
I instinctively pressed my hand against my chest.
My heart ached faintly.
I forced a smile and shook my head; why bother? After all these years, I should have gotten used to it.
As I reached out, I accidentally knocked over a box on top of the cabinet.
The box fell to the ground, spilling its contents everywhere.
I hurriedly squatted down to pick them up.
A yellowed piece of paper and a pile of old letters fell out.
Curiously, I unfolded it and saw a large red stamp on it.
After reading the contents, my heart suddenly sank.
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