Their Rejection and My Goodbye
Even the storage room, my final refuge, fell when he whined about needing space for orphanage relics he couldn't part with.
I balked, but he weaponized pity. "Mom, Dad, I've been tossed aside my whole life. Not like Samuel, who's got the silver spoon. If he says no, don't push him."
That sealed it. Suddenly, I was the villain.
They huffed, "Samuel, we've spoiled you rotten. Can't you share it with Derek? So stingy over a junk room!"
Confused and hurt, I pushed back. "But that's the last spot left. Where do I sleep?"