C1210 I Don't Want to be Obedient

Those words are so vicious, as if they want to cut you in half with the cruelest words in the world.

It was as if they wanted to use the sharpest knife to stab you until you were dripping with blood...

Delia looked at that woman and cried even harder. Why did she have to be born in such a family? Why was this person her mother...

In Delia's impression, when she was young, she would never be full...

She did not have anything like new clothes. It was often Eldest Sister who gave it to Second Sister after she wore it. Second Sister and Third Sister only belonged to her after that.

The color of all the clothes would gradually become light and the texture would become rough. There was a hole here and the thread would be taken off.

What was even worse was that their house was an old-fashioned house. If the weather was sunny, it would be fine. However, once it was raining...

The rough situation was that it was raining heavily outside, and it was drizzling inside. There were piles of water on the ground, and there were even raindrops continuously falling from the walls.

Even this tattered clothes would be tainted with a musty smell. It was a damp and dark environment, a narrow and narrow space...

But what could she do? Delia could only think that it would be good as long as she grew up, it would be good as long as she grew up...

At that time, she must buy herself a lot of new clothes and a large wardrobe. It was filled with new clothes.

Just thinking about it made the little person very excited. Her heart seemed to have grown a pair of wings and kept flapping.

When she grew up, she had to buy herself a small house. It didn't need to be too big, but she had to have her own room. The room was beautifully decorated and pink paper was pasted on it.

Oh right, she also need to buy a few furry big dolls and put green plants on the window...

In the ferocious years, that dark, damp, and isolated from the sunlight, that young child that was always filled with the smell of mold, was like a seed that was planted and germinated bit by bit.

That's right, under such circumstances, if one did not have a dream, a little hope, and a little desire, how could one support oneself to live on...

It would be good when one grew up.

I will have everything that I need. There will be everything you want.

Delia silently thought in her heart. She said to her little self, like this...

Unfortunately, Delia did not wait until she grew up. That seed that had just germinated should not be cruelly crushed all of a sudden. There was not a single drop left.

Mother was pregnant again...

The child that was born this time was a younger brother...

"Great, great, I have a son, I have a son!"

Seeing her father hugging the baby in his arms with a face full of joy, Delia felt an indescribable sadness in her heart.

Actually, she wanted to say, Dad, boys and girls are really the same...

Dad, although I am a girl, when I grow up, I will definitely be filial to you...

However, she did not say anything. She did not say anything. That crazy man could only see his son in his eyes. This world no longer existed.

Because of another mouth, the life of the family became even more difficult...

Little brother grew up little by little. The so-called favoritism of males over females was now obvious.

No matter what delicious and fun things there were at home, it was for this youngest child...

As long as little brother cried, it would be them, the older sisters, who did not take good responsibility and did not take good care of him...

No matter what quarrels there were, it would always be their fault. The younger brother would definitely be right. He is so young, what do you know, can't you just let him go?

Huh, let him go?

Delia's young heart began to develop an imbalance. Why should she let him go? Aren't we all humans...

We are all your children. Just because he is young, can you be more doting on him...

We, who were born first, also need to care and protect him!

Looking at that small face, Delia even thought maliciously that she really wanted to strangle him. This way, the family can return to the past...

This way, in the eyes of her parents, there will only be the four of them, the four sisters...

What does it matter? She doesn't want to be sensible, she doesn't want to be modest, she needs love...

One day, Delia carried a pole and walked unsteadily on the road. There were two black barrels on both sides of the road, and inside were the clothes that the whole family had washed.

It was clearly a small body, and her forehead was dripping with cold sweat, but she firmly gritted her teeth and did not make a sound...

She could do a lot of things, she could be more powerful than men... She could do more things than that younger brother who was doted on...

When she returned home, the house was terrifyingly silent. The whole family sat together and looked straight at her.

An ominous feeling rose in her heart. Delia felt an inexplicable fear that seized her breath.

Especially when the three older sisters looked at her with teary eyes...

"Dad, mom," Delia put down the pole and picked up one of the buckets, "The clothes are done washing, I am going to dry the clothes."

"Aya..."

Her father's call made Delia's feet pause. She leaned to the side and looked at her father. There was an indescribable surprise in her heart.

She had only heard her father use such a gentle voice to call him little brother, but she had never heard him call her so kindly...

"Aya, come here, come here to father."

A burst of ecstasy assaulted the little girl. She threw down the metal bucket in her hand and quickly ran towards her father. There were hot tears in her eyes...

She had never said how much she wanted to enjoy her father's hug. She wanted to be like an ordinary child, lying in her father's arms and acting like a spoiled child.

Her heart was filled with thousands of words, but before she could say a word, the words that Delia wanted to say were interrupted by her father.

"Aya."

"The family is too poor..."

"With a thump, a huge axe seemed to have hacked down from the top of her head. The bad feeling in Delia's heart became stronger and stronger.

The little girl raised her head and her pair of big black and white eyes stared at the face in front of her...

"Aya, it is too difficult to raise five children. Look, our family is almost unable to get rid of the pot."

Is that so? What does this have to do with me? The little girl thought in her heart.

"We want to send you out - -"

Oh, so that's how it is. In the eyes of her parents, she can be sacrificed in exchange for a family's peace...

"Aya, you are the youngest girl. Listen to me, that person will come and take you away tonight - -"

"Why..." Delia, who had been silent all this time, clenched her fingers tightly. Her big eyes were filled with tears. "Why are you doing this to me?!"

"I am your child, but I don't want to listen to you!"

"Shut up -"

"Why didn't you send your little brother away? Other than eating, he doesn't know anything else. Why didn't you send him away!?"

"Pah!" A crisp slap broke Delia's screaming and screaming.