My Devil Brother and Patriarchal Mother

In this so-called family, I have always been just a superfluous outsider. I have a devilish younger brother who is overbearing, selfish, causing trouble everywhere, and specializes in controlling me, and a mother who only cares about her son, is partial to everything, and values ​​boys over girls to the core. Growing up, good things belong to the younger brother, pampering belongs to the younger brother, tolerance belongs to the younger brother, and even the right to make mistakes belongs to the younger brother. And I only have endless housework to do, endless grievances to endure, endless steps to make, and fairness that will never fall on me. My only sustenance is the words I write, the complete and warm stories I write. In those stories, there were people who loved me, people who loved me, and people who held me in their hands. They were the only light in my cold life. But they refused to give me even this little bit of breathing space. My younger brother deliberately made trouble, and my mother was always partial, which made my life a mess and made me struggle on the edge of collapse again and again. I'm fed up with endless tolerance, fed up with indiscriminate accusations, fed up with this suffocating favoritism. From now on, I will no longer compromise myself to please anyone. If you don't treat me as family, I don't have to be soft-hearted to you anymore. Stay away from the devil, stay away from favoritism, I want to live a life for myself, live a stable, comfortable and radiant life.