My Adopted Family

I have been a winner in life since I was born.

I was born into a good family, to good parents, and with a pretty face.

I spent a childhood loved by many people and lacking nothing.

When I entered elementary school, I was tempted by the story that if I was good at tennis, I wouldn't have to study at school or go to an academy or do anything else, so I followed my dad and started learning tennis.

Going out into a wide field and hitting a ball was a much better fit for me than just sitting still and moving a pencil.

When I started playing tennis, people around me made a fuss and praised me, calling me a genius tennis girl.

It was nice to be praised, and tennis itself was fun.

I instantly fell in love with tennis.

According to my teacher, who is a professional, she think I have good senses.

I was born with power and sense. She said I was at least much better than the her when she was my age.

There was even an endorsement from a famous professional player.

This wasn't just the proud parents' boasting about their children.

From then on, my parents decided to seriously raise me to become a tennis player.

My dad took me to the tennis course every day. My mom also gave me support so that I could focus on tennis.

Before I knew it, my house was revolving around me. Mom and Dad were only looking at me.

Tennis may seem complicated, but it is a surprisingly simple game.

But the other kids didn't seem to think that way.

it's hard? difficult?

Why can't they just do what adults teach them and tell them to do?

I couldn't understand children my age who cried because things weren't going as they expected.

Get good grades and receive praise. Before I knew it, it had become such a natural thing for me.

I got used to receiving expectations and living up to those expectations.

When I compared myself to other kids around me, I was able to realize that I was special, even if I didn't like it.

I was truly a genius.

At elementary school level, I was invincible.

As long as I didn't make any mistakes, I never missed out on winning.

Thanks to the pretty face I inherited from her mother, I was treated more than my abilities.

Perhaps because of my parents' connections, I appeared on television several times under the title of genius tennis girl.

If I don't quit tennis, this life will probably continue forever. 

I was vaguely thinking that.

But that smooth life suddenly came to an end.

Ryker, A boy my mother brought from somewhere.

One day, he suddenly came into our family.

Mom said he was my younger brother, but I didn't need a younger brother.

He wasn't that cute, different from my younger sister, Lye, and I didn't like hum curling up in the corner like a kitten caught in the rain because it was frustrating.

Why is this kid at my house?

Is it something like noblesse oblige or the social contribution of celebrities?

Can't that be done with a moderate donation?

I heard about his situation. It's pitiful, but there's no need to raise it at home, right?

I suddenly had a strange little brother, but I thought it had nothing to do with me anyway.

He was jusf shaking in the corner, not even talking to me.

I decided to think of him as a decoration or a pet in the house.

The mother's attention shifted from me to the child, but I was able to accept it naturally.

Because I was already past the age where I needed my mother's attention.

But my dad was different from me.

It seems that Dad didn't like Mom's attention being focused on my new little brother..

From then on, mom and dad started fighting over even trivial things. There were also times when voices were raised.

Most of the time, it was somehow resolved with a smile, but as I was about to enter puberty, the stress was slowly building up.

Then one day, something happened.

Dad hit mom.

No matter how angry you are or how wrong the other person is, you should never use violence first.

My dad constantly instilled that in me.

My mother was an adult, but by my standards, she was weaker than me.

I couldn't forgive my father for being so violent towards my mother.

My eyes rolled back and I took the bat and swung it at my dad's head.

Dad fell down with the sound of a watermelon splitting.

It was impressive to see Rye, who was crying in the corner, widen his eyes when he saw the scene.

Dad was taken away in an ambulance. After receiving several stitches, he was diagnosed with 3-week hiatus.

I got scolded by my mom. She said you shouldn't swing a bat at people.

However, I could tell that my mother was not truly angry. To be honest, I didn't really reflect on it either. Because I upheld justice.

And that incident became the decisive factor that created a rift between my father and the rest of the family.