Mom took her on a tour of the house, and Jane walked straight into my bedroom.

She said she had never seen such a beautiful room before.

Mom's eyes immediately filled with tears as she gently embraced her, saying, "From now on, this will be your home."

Meanwhile, I was forced to move into the cramped guest room.

Mom said Jane had suffered too much, while I had lived too comfortably,

so I had to make room for my sister.

Jane used my computer, rummaged through my diary, and turned my carefully arranged room into chaos.

When I confronted her, she trembled and hid behind Mom,

"I'm sorry, sis. I've...