Loved Until Their Real Child Arrived
I'm adopted by my parents.
They are very nice to me—so nice that they keep praying for my health and happiness before my bedtime every night.
Later on, Mom is pregnant with a baby. I hide under my blanket and spend the night crying. Then, I secretly pack the tiny suitcase I've brought with me.
But my parents don't send me away. Instead, they treat me even nicer.
On the day my little sister, Freya Walker, gets born, Mom takes my hand and pats me gently on the head.
"You're an older brother now. That's why you have a little sister to be with you."
Dad lifts me over his head while spinning me in circles happily.
"You really are our lucky charm, Ash! You'll always be our beloved darling!"
Finally, I don't have to keep worrying about getting kicked out. From that day onward, I really think that I've become a part of the family.
That is, until Freya smashes my favorite toy car model one day. I'm so angry that I smack her on the spot.
She stumbles away from me, soon plopping to the floor. At first, she's stunned for a few moments, only to start bawling immediately after.
Mom loses her mind instantly. She shoves me away before scooping Freya into her arms and keep asking her if she's hurt.
Dad rushes over and starts strangling me immediately with frighteningly bloodshot eyes.
"We've kept you around for so many years, and yet you have the gall to bully Freya? Believe me when I say I'm definitely sending you back to—"