Emilia shyly lowered her head and said, "I know you have been working very hard these days. I made your favorite dish and I hope you like it." After speaking, she showed a smile, seeking praise.
Dad smiled and touched her head.
"Emilia is the best-behaved child!"
Mom also kept praising Emilia.
This warm scene made my eyes feel a sting.
The affection that should have belonged to me had been taken away by Emilia.
Just like that night eight years ago, I was the one who got hurt.
Emilia tore apart my stuffed toys and angrily roared at me.
"Why is it that your parents often buy you toys, but no one buys them for me?"
Uncle and aunt didn't have diplomas and could only rely on odd jobs to make a living. The conditions were indeed not very good.
My parents often told me to understand the situation of my uncle. I often gave her some small toys and had always been very accommodating to her.
But this did not make Emilia grateful. Instead, she felt that I insulted her by giving her toys that I had played with.
I was so angry that I cried and wanted to run home overnight.
Uncle and aunt passed away, and Emilia became an orphan.