Our younger one would quietly add, “Sister Heidi, you must have misunderstood Sister Sienna.”
But as time went on, Mom and my younger brother started to take Heidi’s side. When she cried and threw tantrums, their eyes grew cold as they looked at me.
“Will you ever stop? Do you have to bully Heidi? Are you only happy when she’s scared?”
“If I’d known, I would never have brought you back. You’ve destroyed this family.”
Back then, my brother still stood up for me. He said I chose to help girls who suffered from domestic violence.
“A kind girl like Sienna could never say something like that.”
“Mom, don’t be so unfair!”
He took me away from home for a while, traveling with me to help me relax.
Later, on my birthday, Heidi threw a huge tantrum, refusing to let me celebrate.
My brother came to pick me up himself, he ordered a cake and even spent his own salary on a white dress for me.
He said, “Tomorrow’s your birthday. I’ll take you to Disneyland, so stop thinking about those things.”
Then he patted my head and smiled. “Your brother will always believe you and stay by your side.”
But everything stopped the next day.