"Hey, Carrie, be generous! Let your child live in whichever house she likes. Your son is younger than her. You can't only care about your son and ignore your daughter."
Based on my understanding of my mother, I knew that she would definitely feel embarrassed.
Fearing that others would find that she valued boys more, she finally nodded with gritted teeth.
"I'm just asking her a few questions," my mother tried to explain.
I naturally moved into the bigger room, and my brother had to live in the smaller one. He kicked me unwillingly, but I dodged quickly. So, he kicked the leg of the table, holding his foot and crying in pain.
It soon alarmed the adults in the living room, and my mother rushed over and hugged my brother in her arms.
She started accusing me directly, "What's wrong with you? Have I spoiled you too much? How could you hurt your brother?"
As an evil person, she was very good at playing this trick.
As a group of adults looked at me questioningly, I pinched my thigh hard and cried louder than my brother.