I asked my mom, "What's the deal with that little boy?"

There was a glimmer of hope in my mom's eyes as she said, "Little brother is our hope and future."

"No, that's not what I mean. I'm asking, when did the little brother appear?"

If he suddenly appeared, then I must have gone crazy.

All of this is fake.

As long as I undergo treatment, all of this will disappear.

I can become my parents' precious daughter again and sleep on the big bed in the bedroom.

My mom said, "Little brother was born when you were in school, after ten months of pregnancy."

How can that be such a reasonable answer?

Could it be that everything I've experienced is not fake?

I collapsed and said, "But I had no idea you were pregnant."

My mom was at a loss, as if everything was supposed to be this way. "Why do you need to know? It has nothing to do with you."

"How can it have nothing to do with me? This is my family. Shouldn't you have discussed it with me before deciding to have a little brother?"

"It's not like that, sweetheart." My mom told me seriously, "We didn't have a little brother for you. It's because we were accidentally pregnant with you before having this little brother."