Mom's "praise" caught me off guard.

When did doing well on an exam become such a terrible crime?

"You need to tutor Jane properly and not score better than her. If she becomes depressed again because her grades aren't better than yours, aren't you harming her?"

I was left speechless by Mom's favoritism; Jane didn't care about studying at all.

Was I really supposed to sacrifice my future just to score lower with her?

When my brother returned from boarding school, he, who had always doted on me, seemed to lose his soul upon seeing Jane.

Under our parents' care, Jane shed her pale and skinny appearance, growing fair and...