The Story Behind the Room without Air ConditioningChapter 1 Live Over Again
"Zoe Floyd, you're such a good girl! Just tell me. Which of these two rooms do you like?"
The person who asked me the question was my mother, Carrie Floyd. It happened when our family moved to a new house.
In my prior life, I followed her suggestion and chose the smallest room without air conditioning. But even so, she didn't feel sorry for me. Instead, she just bullied me even more unscrupulously.
I, who had the chance to live my life over again, just smiled and pointed to the best-decorated and largest children's room, saying, "Mom, I like that one."
Hearing my words, my mother looked embarrassed. Looking around at her colleagues and relatives sitting in the living room, she whispered, "Zoe, believe me! The room is so big that you'll be scared. How about choosing the small one?"
She wanted not only my brother to live in a better room but others to praise her as a fair mother. I knew that it was just a form of moral abduction.
I deliberately raised my voice and asked, "Mom, but I like a big room, and here is an air conditioning."