I would prefer to have the housing situation resolved as soon as possible, so I wouldn’t have to go to my mother or my sister. I am tired of having to explain myself to everyone all the time; no one wants to understand me. My mother favored my older sister.
She got the new things and I got the things she didn’t want. I wanted to be petted and listened to, but all I got from my mother was a kick in the back. My father didn’t care about me or my sister. When I moved to the city to study, my father passed away. We each got a third of his living space.
When I was twenty years old, my sister got married. My mother took in the young ones. My sister had a baby. I stopped coming home for the vacations because there was no place for me there anymore. “No one forbids you to come,”—my mother said.
But I didn’t want to live in a house where anyone could enter without knocking. My sister found out she was pregnant for the second time. I realized I could forget about my room now. My room was now called the nursery. Since there was no room for me at home, I returned to my hometown and rented an apartment.
— Where should I go next?
— You have to understand, – my mother said.
I offered to let my sister buy my part of the apartment. My sister was about to have her third child. “We don’t have enough money to pay you,” my sister said. I offered to sell the whole apartment and divide the proceeds equally. My sister screamed that I wanted to leave her children without a roof.
My mother convinced me not to sell the apartment at this time. And no one seemed to care that I was abandoned to the street, they didn’t care. I had to solve my own problems.
