I burst out of the kitchen in a state of collapse, desperately shaking the bedroom door.

I want to go in.

That's my room!

I'm also Mom and Dad's child, not some failed experiment to have a son!

A little boy appeared silently behind me.

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

His head was disproportionately large, with very small pupils, and his eyes were eerie and discordant in his large, round eye sockets.

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

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

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

"Get out! Get out!" I collapsed and sat on the floor, crying loudly.

But no one paid any attention to me.

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

After an unknown amount of time, a curve of snow-white wedding dress appeared in front of me.