Little sister 08

  My stepmother immediately picked up where my dad left off, saying that she didn't give birth to me, but Xiaoyu and Ahniu and I are from the same father, we have the same blood flowing through our veins. As their older sister, it's only right that I contribute some money for my younger siblings' education.

  "Alright! Now my stepmother finally admits that my brother, sister and I have the same father. I turned around and asked my dad if he had done anything a father should do besides giving birth to me? Has he ever raised me? Has he ever hugged me?"

  I was like possessed by Chen Sang, blaming my father for what he did to me. If it weren't for my grandma, I might have died from illness a long time ago. When I was eight years old, I had a high fever at night and my grandma felt my heat and asked my dad to take me to see the doctor. It was cold outside, but my dad didn't want to get up. He said if I die, then so be it. Anyway, he couldn't count on me in the future. My mom and I were the same kind of people - useless.

  At that time, my stepmother gave birth to two daughters for him. He had been wanting a son all along and was already annoyed by the presence of his daughter. Having one more or one less daughter made no difference to him, after all, he had never experienced the pain of childbirth.

  My dad sat on the sofa without saying a word, my stepmom walked up and pinched his arm hard to make him speak, my dad moved his mouth but didn't say anything, I knew he couldn't say it. What he did to me is something I will never forget in my life.

  I looked at my stepmother and ruthlessly told her that I had no money, I knew her temperament too well. If I gave in the first time, she would definitely come up with another excuse to ask for money the second time, and those miscellaneous relatives would also come to the door.

  My stepmother saw that I was being stubborn, and she looked at me with a somewhat unpleasant tone. She asked if I really didn't want to give them money, and I said I didn't have any. If they wanted to stay for dinner, it wasn't a problem. My stepmother got angry and pointed at my face, saying to my dad "Look at the ungrateful child you've raised! I told you so! You're wasting your time raising her too. Luckily you didn't send her to college, that would have been a waste."

  Going to college has always been a heartache for me, an insurmountable barrier. I'm furious now, standing up and staring at my stepmother, saying that whether or not I'm a useless burden is none of her business, as long as the child she gave birth to isn't a useless waste of space.

  My dad has always been silent, but he suddenly looked at me and scolded loudly. He said, "Auntie, you are a senior, how can you point your finger at seniors? What kind of family education is this?" I laughed and thought to myself, now he's coming to teach me, what was he doing before? Since my mom gave birth to me but didn't raise me with a dad, naturally there wasn't much family education.

  My dad grabbed my stepmom's hand and told her to leave, saying he'd pretend I was never born. My stepmom wasn't too willing. I ran to open the door for them to leave. My dad was provoked by my actions and slapped me with great force, as he always did when hitting me since childhood. My cheek felt numb and my ears rang.

  I looked up to see my dad frowning at me, in the past I was always afraid of that look because I knew I would be beaten next. Now that I'm older, he still hits me, what right does he have to hit me? I leaned against the door and pointed outside, telling them to leave, get out now.

  My loud roar was so big that the person next door curiously poked his head out, and my stepmother saw someone else say that she went to Shenzhen to make money and came back, bought a house here, but didn't give a single penny to her family. What's the use of such an unfilial daughter?

  She was a fairly old woman, wearing glasses and had an intellectual look. She looked me up and down, her face also showing disdain. She nodded and said that she was dressed properly, obviously wealthy, now many children are ungrateful and do not support their parents, you can report her and hold her criminally responsible

  My stepmother perked up upon hearing this, and she pulled on my dad's sleeve, saying to him: "If you don't give her the money, I'll sue her. I don't believe she'd dare not give you the money." I was completely speechless, the air in my throat choking me. I threw out a sentence: "You want to sue me? Go ahead and sue! I'm not afraid. I'd rather spend money hiring a lawyer than give them the money."

  Stepmother yelled from outside the door, "We just want to tell you that you can't even raise your own father, what kind of person are you?" They scolded for a while and then stopped, probably because they were tired. Later, no one was seen again.

  I went back home and started searching online for information about supporting parents, but all the answers I found said that I had to support my dad. I thought it was hilarious, but also chilling.

  My stepmother and father would occasionally come to my place and cause a scene. Our village is at least four hours away from the city by train, so they must have gone to stay with my little aunt. I stood in front of the door and didn't let them in, letting them scold me as much as they wanted. Later, my father was forced to say that if you don't support me, I'll sue you, and then he left.

  My dad and stepmom didn't come, but my little sister did. It was a Sunday, she stood outside the door and called out to me in a timid voice, "Big Sister". My little sister was raised by me from a young age, her first term of endearment for me was indeed "Sister", but after all, she is mom's own child. Later when I went to the city to study and came back, she never called me "Sister" again.

  My heart is aching, it's really aching. Have you ever loved someone or a pet so much, but when they grow up, they don't care about you anymore and even treat you like a stranger?

  I asked her how she came, and she told me that today was a holiday. I still opened the door to let her in. She sat neatly on the sofa. My sisters and I were not born by the same mother, and we looked very different from each other. I was the most outstanding one among them. The little sister resembled our stepmother, with small eyes and thick lips. Looking at her, I felt that the person sitting opposite me was my stepmother.

  Looking at her wearing glasses, I asked when she was nearsighted and how many degrees. She told me one by one, with an expression as if answering a teacher's question. Our conversation was meaningless, and we were awkward strangers to each other.

  I asked her to watch TV and went into the kitchen to make dinner for two people. Not long after, she came into the kitchen to help me out. She seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage to speak to me on her own initiative, saying that she had heard from others that I was working as a hostess at a nightclub, and asked if it was true?

  At her age, and being in school, she must not be able to understand the outside world. I'm afraid that in her eyes, I am a typical bad woman, and I do not deny my identity. Indeed, as Ba Wang said, once we become mistresses, we can never escape other people's influence on us, their definition of us.

  She didn't say anything else, and skillfully helped me wash and chop the vegetables. I looked at her thin back, and I felt a bit like myself, after all, we have the same father, and there must be some similarities between us. I asked her how she was doing in school, and she told me that her teacher said she would definitely get into the county's top high school.

  I certainly know that high school, it's a pride for people from our place, its undergraduate rate is 92%. If you get into that high school, it's equivalent to getting into college.

  She told me that my elder sister got pregnant and married soon after graduating from high school, and my second sister went to work in Dongguan after finishing junior high. I calculated that my elder sister is only 20 years old this year, and my second sister is only 15 years old. At this age, getting married in the village is not considered early, and going to work is not considered late.

  I've only been away from home for three years, and so many things have changed. As I was stir-frying vegetables, I asked my little sister what university she wanted to attend in the future. She suddenly lifted her head and said that she wanted to take the entrance exam for the finance university that my older sister had wanted to attend. When I heard her words, tears came to my eyes, and I ran into the bathroom, locking myself inside.

  At the dinner table, my little sister was eating the winter mushroom ribs soup I cooked, she said that the food in the cafeteria is just cabbage with two pieces of tofu and they still charge 4 yuan. When I heard her complaint, I couldn't help but laugh. Of course, I knew how she felt, so I asked if she still had to wash with cold water during winter now. She shook her head and said that the school has improved a lot.

  My conversation with my little sister gradually opened up, and I felt a lot more comfortable in my heart. But one sentence from my little sister made my warm heart cool down again. She looked at me and said softly, "Sister, Dad's body is not very good. He often drinks and his body has deteriorated. He often gets stomachaches and can't do any heavy work. The villagers have already stopped asking him to work. If you have money, please give some for Dad to see a doctor!"

  I was about to pick up a piece of meat and put it in her bowl, but my action stopped suddenly. I put down my chopsticks and asked if she had been called by her stepmother, she lowered her head and didn't speak.

  My stepmother also understood me, she knew that I had always been a softie. I smiled self-deprecatingly. I put down my chopsticks and said, "Aren't you all disgusted that I'm a mistress? The money a mistress earns, don't you feel it's dirty when you use it?"

  Little sister bit her lower lip and didn't speak, I knew it was hard for her to say anything, I withdrew my pressing tone and told her to eat.

  It's possible that my tone was too harsh earlier, and Little Sister left after dinner. I took out some fruit from the fridge and handed it to her, saying "If you really have what it takes to get into a top high school and university, I'll cover your tuition fees." Tell your mom not to bother me again, this is all I can do. If she really goes to report me, I'm not afraid, at worst I'll just run away again, that way she won't get a single penny.

  Little sister never looked up, nor spoke. I sent her out the door, and she was still looking at her own feet as she walked away. When I was about to close the door, she turned around and looked at me, saying "Big sister, I know my mom's temper isn't very good, but she has no choice, it's all up to her to support the family, if she didn't get a little fierce..."

  I interrupted my younger sister's words, and I didn't want to hear her excuses for her mother. All these years, I know how my stepmother has treated me. My expression was cold, as if she was careful on the road, but in the end, my younger sister is still my stepmother's daughter, and no matter what, we can't get close to each other.