I rushed out of the kitchen in despair and desperately shook the bedroom door.

I want to go in.

That's my room!

I'm also my mom and dad's child. I'm not a failed experiment of giving birth to a son!

A little boy suddenly appeared behind me without a sound.

He tugged at the hem of my clothes and stared at me with his pair of eyes, mostly white with little black, blinking without blinking. "Sister, not just there, everything is mine. He pointed to my eyes: you are also mine. Mom is what Grandma left for Uncle, and you are what Mom left for me."

His head is disproportionately large, with very small pupils, and there is a strange and discordant feeling in his large, round eye sockets.

I pushed away his hand pointing at me and suddenly realized that the room was filled with kids just like him.

They were sitting on the sofa, the TV, the refrigerator, and the fish tank, all tilting their heads and staring at me.

I suddenly felt a cold touch on top of my head. I looked up and even found one sitting on the chandelier.

"Get out! Get out!" I collapsed to the ground, crying hysterically.

But no one paid attention to me.

Dad, Mom, and the brothers everywhere, they all just watched me silently.

After a while, a snowy white wedding dress skirt appeared in front of me.