Linda said indifferently, "There's no room for you in the house. Figure it out yourself."
I laughed in anger, saying, "This is the house I bought. There are three bedrooms and one living room. In the end, how come I don't even have a room?"
Linda stood up abruptly, saying arrogantly, "What? Is your house so great? Are you saying so to drive me away?"
"Yes. All of you have the same surname. I'm the only one with a different surname. Should I leave since you all gang up on me?"
She walked out with a big belly.
My mom saw it and went to stop her hurriedly.
"It's snowing heavily. She's still pregnant. Don't do anything to harm the baby."
My mom was anxious, sweating profusely. It took a lot of effort for her to persuade Linda to come back.
My dad suddenly walked out of the room, looking at me with a frown.
"This house is small. In a few months, we'll have one more mouth to feed. If you come back, there won't be enough space left."
"If you come out a year later, we will have time to figure things out."
My dad's words made me heartbroken.
But he had always favored boys over girls, and I had long been used to it.