Chapter 2

My name is Nora Johnson, and my sister Nora Johnson and I are twins. We are eleven years old and in the sixth grade.

Our parents run a small family business locally and often come home very late.

Like today, they didn't return until I had finished my homework, opening the door under the night sky.

"Nora, Nora, come see what Mom and Dad brought you!"

I put down my pen and dashed to the door, exclaiming:

"It's a complete set of [Haikyuu!!]"

Many classmates in my class love this manga, but the original comics are too expensive. We could only borrow them and piece together the story.

My family's conditions aren't great, so my parents suddenly bringing back so many comics...

"Your dad got these from a junk collector, only cost a hundred bucks. The old man even thanked us profusely!"

I was overjoyed and couldn't wait to pick up a book, flipping through it eagerly.

[What junk collection, isn't it just scavenging?]

[Who knows what bugs have crawled over these things from such a place.]

[Poor heroine! Her original family is too tough, none of them can stand in the spotlight.]

"Nora, come and share with your sister, you two can trade as you read."

Only then did Nora slowly walk out from the room, disdainfully saying:

"They're filthy, I don't want them."

Mom's smile froze instantly, and the atmosphere in the house turned cold.

I hurriedly hugged the comics to my chest.

"Nora doesn't want them, so they're all mine?"

[The heroine said no, and you're really not shy about it?]

[Damn, such a petty person.]

[I've never seen anyone so selfish, and you're supposed to be her sister!]

Nora's lips held an indescribable smile, arrogantly shrugging her shoulders, waving dismissively at me.

"Just a pile of junk, take it all!"

Mom and Dad frowned.

They couldn't quite understand why the usually well-behaved and sensible Nora suddenly said such things.

Dad reminded us of a few chores, then turned to start massaging Grandma.

Grandma's varicose veins were getting worse, and even after several visits to the hospital, there wasn't much improvement.

Dad specially learned a set of massage techniques from a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and no matter how late he returned, he would massage Grandma for two hours every day.

He often taught us to value filial piety and virtue, and to be grateful from a young age.