"Good girl, go to Daddy, I still need to cook."
She refused, crying and holding onto my leg without letting go. She was not even close to Jasper and Jasper spent too little time with her.
Rosie could not help but frown and look disgusted. "How can a grown man take care of a child? Why don't you just carry her on your back?"
Really? I watched him hold Sophie's son in his arms and coax him with a new toy. He did not look like he did not know how to do it.
If he could devote half of his energy to my daughter, my daughter would not refuse sticking to him.
I had no other choice but to carry Eleanor on my back with a strap and start cooking and cleaning.
My waist and back were so sore. Since I got pregnant with my second child, I got tired more easily.
Now I felt even more pathetic. In this family, no one understood me, protected me and loved me.
I was washing vegetables while shedding tears silently.
Should I continue living in a lie?
I was only twenty-eight years old. Should I endure it for another fifty or sixty years?
I was truly unwilling to accept it.
After being busy for a while, Eleanor suddenly started crying again. A one-year-old child would not want to be tied up.
I had no choice but to carry her into the room and try to put her to sleep first.
She gradually quieted down in my arms.
Thinking back to my childhood, my father, Rad Schroeder, was the only one willing to coax me and my mother always went to my uncle’s house to see Sophie.
"Sophie is really pretty. She looks like a little princess. She is not like Renata, who is sloppy and messy."
Did you think why was I sloppy and messy? It was because I did not have any suitable clothes to wear.
Sophie and I were the same age. My mother always bough new clothes and gave them to Sophie. She only gave them back to me when she had worn them multiple time or she did not like them anymore.
So, my clothes never fit me well and by the time Sophie did not want them anymore, I had grown a little taller.
But my mother only found me ugly and lacking in temperament.
My academic performance was better than Sophie's, but I had not received any praise from my mother either.
"The girls will end up getting married and becoming housewife, so what's the point of being good at studying?"
Later, I fell in love and brought Arthur home. My mother asked Sophie to come and see him as soon as possible.
I knew that Sophie had asked Arthur out in private several times, but he refused.
I told my mother about it, but she blamed me for being stingy.
"Sophie likes Arthur, so why don't you just let him with her?"
I could not believe what I just heard? It was the first time I ignored her. Arthur and I insisted on getting married.
But when it came to getting married, Rosie still succeeded.
She suddenly demanded more engagement gift. Arthur could afford it, as his family was rich, but he could see that Rosie was a greedy person. He did not want to be taken advantage of, so he angrily turned around and left.
I tried hard to persuade and hold back the man, but it still did not work.
However, the wedding invitations had been sent out and the wedding banquet had been arranged. Sophie took the initiative to approach and seduce him without asking for any engagement gifts and with that, she snatched him away from me.
It turned out that everything was planned by my mother.
My mother's phone was charging when my uncle suddenly sent her a message.
[Rosie, Sophie will go over to see you on my behalf. Thank you for taking care of me.]
My eyes were a little teary. It was the love that parents had for their daughter.
However, every time I went to my aunt and uncle's house, my mother would only remind me to keep busy and not be idle, to take good care of them and not embarrass her.
I remembered I ever clicked on my mother's social media and I found she only posted the photos of Sophie.
When Sophie was eighteen years old: [My Sophie was admitted to university, she is really great! I will give her an Apple laptop as a reward!]
I was also admitted to university, but my mother did not tell me anything. I was the only one in the dormitory who did not have a laptop. Later, I worked part-time and bought my first laptop on my own.
