It was not until I thought it through that I suddenly realized that it was actually Chelsea who was wrong. What was more, she instigated me to die several times.
I told my father, but instead of believing me, he was furious with me.
He thought I was so wicked.
Later, he favored her more and more. Instead of taking care of them and being criticized by them, I chose to move out.
Before I left, I wondered if Dad would stop me and try to keep me.
But he opened the door himself and said if I had left earlier, the tragedy wouldn't have happened.
I remembered every bit of it clearly.
My father was at the police station.
"I didn't let her have her toy, and she was jealous of Chelsea. And Lisa ended up dead! She was burned alive! Her flesh was charred!
"At such a young age, Rosa is already so easily jealous. She always competes for favors. How could she be so vicious? I'm so unlucky to have a such daughter!"
He almost was roaring.
The people around fell silent.
Many people saw the tragic scene.
I looked at my father, whose eyes were filled with sorrow, and silently wept.
I know.
Dad, you loved Mom so much, and you were devastated when you lost her.