My dad ignored my explanation and said, "Even if that's the case, as the eldest brother, can't you give in to them a little? Do you have to make this home restless and noisy!"
My dad's questioning chilled my heart.
I once heard someone say that stepmothers and stepfathers were alike.
At first, I didn't believe it. I always believed in family affection.
But now, I believed it.
My dad was no longer the same person as before. It was probably because of George that he was no longer the same as before!
Perhaps sensing my despair, my dad also felt that he had gone too far. He sighed and walked up to me, saying,” Son, you are my eldest son. You should be considerate of me. It's not easy for me to maintain this family."
"What do you mean by saying that I should be considerate to you just because I am your eldest son?"
I looked at him indifferently and asked, "Does that mean I, as the eldest son, am not raised by you? Should I endure the shame here? And your youngest son should be lazy and enjoy himself at home! What kind of bullshit logic is this!"
"You're out of line!"
My dad was angry. He slapped me in the face.
His slap made me desperate.