“What’s this?” I ask.
The wind discomposes his hair.
He seems to stand in the wind for a long time.
“Medicine.”
He says and shoves the medicine to me. Then he leaves.
He drinks a lot, too, and probably calls his chauffeur to pick him up. And his car, parks right behind me,
I don’t notice it.
Actually, I am thinking, if Frances Louis offers me an olive branch now, perhaps I will really say yes.
Tonight, I am so fragile. I Desperately need a harbor to dock my wandering heart.
I open the medicine bag and look inside. They are all anti-allergic medicine.
I smile sadly. I swallow the medicine without water.
Perhaps only the pain and suffering can support me to go on.
When I arrive home, there is another man except my mom and dad.
My brother Frank Noyes.
My parents sit beside him, one is on the left and the other is on the right. They serve him like serving
an empire. One peels orange for him and the other massages his shoulders.
There are full of snacks and fruits on the tea table. I know these are bought with my money even
thinking with my toes.
“Why do you come back? Aren't you studying abroad?” I ask Frank Noyes.
He doesn’t even look at me. He is still playing a hand game with his phone.
“I'm tired of studying. I don't want to study. And I don't have as much money as other students, so I
can't go out to play every day. It’s boring. I might as well come back.”
I feel really mad hearing what he says. Although the relationship there is found by Andrew Malan, his
expenses abroad have been borne by me. My parents have always given him much money. Other
people go abroad would work while studying, but he only wants to enjoy!
“Who permits you can come back? Have you asked my advice? All of your tuition have been paid by
me. And now you1 just quit study. Do you think money just grows on trees?!”
I get really mad. I grab Frank Noyes's phone, throw it on the tea table, and yell at him.
My mom stares at me ruthlessly. She picks up his mobile phone and hands it to him again, “he is your
brother, why are you so fierce? If he doesn’t want to study, then he can just quit. He lives faraway, and I
can’t often see him. It’s better for him to come back.”
I know my parents spoil my brother. But it is still hard to see them being so inconsiderate of my
feelings.
Now the whole family are living with me, it is clear that I should be able to support a large family. I can't
even keep myself alive. How can I feed them?!
Restlessly, I turn to Frank Noyes and say coldly, “since you don't want to go to school, then go to work.
You are 22 anyway.”
“No, dad and mon would support me.” Frank Noyes fights me back.
“What dad and mon? It’s me who would support you at last!”
My mom feels unpleasant. She stops me and tells me that Frank Noyes is going to sleep in the main
room tonight. My dad and she are going to squeeze on the couch, and I need to make a bed on the
floor or go to a friend’s house, and then I have to rent a bigger house tomorrow.
Suddenly, there is only desperation lest in my heart.
There is no extra quilt at home. What can I use to make a bed on the floor? And who am I supposed to
find in the middle of the night?!
I look at these three members of the harmonious family coldly, and feel like I am redundant.
Since they don't think of me as their daughter, I really don't want to burden myself any more.
I go to my room and pack my things. I take my suitcase and go out the door.
My mother probably thinks I am going to see a friend, so she just looks at me and goes back serving
her precious son.
I relieve after slamming the door.
Looking at the empty street, I don't know where to go.
At this time, I can only find Mindy. I call her but she tells that she is having a vacation abroad.
Now I am driven into a corner.
I flip through the numbers in the phone book one by one. When I see the name of Frances Louis, my
hand stops.
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