Leaving My Unfair Home 소설 & 이야기

I have always been fair to my sons, but Tim, the eldest, always complains that I'm never fair to him. It's unfair for him that I stopped him from eating seafood because of his allergies. It's unfair for him when my husband and I refused to take him to the amusement park, when his brother was bleeding profusely after a bad fall. It's unfair for him that we didn't buy the exact same shirt as Joe's because he wasn't the same size. As long as I don't do what he wants, he will keep calling me unfair. Later, he brought home a delinquent, saying she's his fiancee. When I refused to give them my blessing, he took to the internet, complaining that I was a control freak and I had been unfair for

It was always going to be a transaction, and I had been paying into a debt that was never going to clear. I pressed my hand flat against my stomach. Six weeks. Maybe seven. Nothing showed yet, nothing felt different except the tiredness that had been sitting behind my eyes for the past two weeks that I had put down to stress. But it was real. It was there. And it was mine in a way that nothing in this house had ever been mine. "We are leaving," I said, out loud, to the empty bathroom, to the small life that could not yet hear me. "I do not know exactly how yet. But we are leaving, and we are not coming back, and I am going to build something that is ours."

“Mr. Brown, I’m calling from North Euthanasia Center. I’d like to reconfirm your euthanasia request on 25th December.” Jude Brown’s eyelashes fluttered a few times before he answered calmly, “Yes.” “Alright, your application has been approved. You will have two weeks to make arrangements for your funeral.” After he hung up, someone opened the bedroom door. Summer Blossom walked in while shivering from the cold. When she saw him, she immediately showed him a beautiful gift box with a bright smile. “Jude, happy birthday.” Jude smiled. “My birthday was yesterday.” Summer froze a little, then she looked a little flustered and embarrassed. “I’m sorry, work has been very busy recentl

My older brother, Connor Hollis, wanted to be the only child in our family. So Mom changed my surname, moved my registered address to Grandma's, and made me pay to live in their home. My allowance was whatever Connor saved with coupons and cash-back deals. If he saved thirty dollars, I got thirty dollars the next month. Today was the last day to submit the college application. I begged Connor to let me use the computer. He held out his hand. "Twenty bucks." I emptied every pocket and clutched the only nineteen dollars I had. "I'm just one dollar short. Please, Connor!" He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Not a cent less! "Can't afford it? Then don't use it. Nobody's forcing you

The Moretti family had always prided itself on "absolute fairness." Because my older brother and sister—both candidates for Don—would go at each other's throats the second Father tilted even a little more power toward one of them. So Father split everything evenly in two. Every territory, every servant, every last racket. One half for my brother. One half for my sister. When I was little, I once asked: "What about mine?" His face went dark. He snapped at me: "Isn't it enough that your brother and sister are already bleeding each other dry over power? Can you stop adding to the damn mess?" Years later, it was the annual family council. The ceremony where the heirs present themselves and get e

I already made up my mind. As I wandered far away from our house, I can still hear my siblings crying, in anger, resentment, sadness, and in love. 'I have to bear all that sin in me.' Walking away from family is hard. But knowing that if you stay with them, waking up every morning, unsure if you have food to eat and survive, is also challenging. However, seeing your family struggling to know that you can't do anything to escape poverty is probably the hardest. I'm just fourteen years old. When teens usually play games with their friends, attend school, and bond with their families, I am being forced by society to leave home and work for myself. Life is definitely unfair.

Mom demanded. “Mom! This is so unfair!” But, there’s no arguing with my mom, we have to follow whatever she says. It’s always been like that. Ugh! I don’t wanna go there! The place is crappy, and I didn’t spend my best days there. Things sure hasn’t been going well for me lately, has it? First, I couldn’t meet the guy again, and now I’ll have to leave for our old home in the country side leaving Nana here. I feel horrible right now!

You can’t even fight for your self-esteem. One more loud sound arched me out of my unpleasant thoughts. It’s totally new. When they never fight in all this year’s then what makes them to scream at each other. What happen?? “No more argument Sarah, we can’t afford this house anymore so that we have to leave this home and search for a new one. This is final, we are going to look for a new smaller house, end of the topic. Uncle's voice was stern.

“It will be easy for us since our situation is hard to explain without exposing how mean Even’s family is.” Even though those people did something bad to me, I don’t want people to hate them. They are still my husband’s family. “Well, if that is what you want,” she said. “Then, are you going to leave your apartment?” I smiled at her and kinda feel sad when he mentioned that. “I know this is too sudden but I already bought a house inside Green Meadows Heights. You know, I need to prepare my fight against Enver’s family if ever they learn about Millie’s existence.”

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. He laughed. "Exactly. Because that was what fucking happened to me! I began to do menial jobs to keep my family in check. Worked extra hard to keep us in our house but it was later taken away by the mortgage company. Now, we live like poor people. Maybe we are right now, but we never were. I just want to let you know that I am a very proud man. I have always been proud. And I do not take any sort of insult from anyone. Last night, you said hurtful things to me and that hurt my pride and when you asked me to leave, I did without hesitation. It was that easy."