Chapter 4:

The breeze became more grounded lastly, a blizzard began in the late evening.

It was November and the colder time of year in Norway was extraordinarily blanketed and cold.

Norway's capital, Oslo, was well known for its sea, stops, and clean calm roads. It was occupied with extraordinary stores and eateries.

In the rural area of Oslo, Silje resided in a two-story disconnected house with her folks in a tranquil area. When she got back from school, the carport was canvassed in white snow.

Silje opened the front entryway and entered unobtrusively.

Inside was a comfortable space with a red block chimney and beautifications of candles and lights. Her more youthful sibling Valter was on the couch while her supportive mother Olga was caught up with preparing supper. Her supportive dad, Frank, was as yet not home from work.

"I'm home."

At the point when Silje showed up, Valter said roughly, "Hello you! For what reason would you say you are looking all blameworthy? Quit slumping and keep your head up, you numbskull! Coincidentally, I hear you had an occurrence at school, isn't that so? A tremendous one as well."

Valter was two years more youthful than her and her new parents' natural child. He was a rotund kid with red cheeks and a normal tallness. He resembled their dad, Frank.

Silje slapped Valter's foot hard. It was a troublesome day at school, and she didn't require her more youthful sibling's inconsiderate remarks. Valter began to cry.

"I will tell Mom!"

Silje didn't falter. She squinted her eyes and shared with him briskly, "I told you previously. Try not to be inconsiderate to me. I'm not a blockhead. I'm your more established sister and remember that. I let you know I will train you great habits on the off chance that you keep on acting along these lines, right?"

"I will tell Mom! You will cause problems."

Valter kept on crying however Silje showed no compassion.

"Do anything you desire. Go hurry to your mother like a child and snitch on me. Do it and see how I treat you."

Valter took a gander at his sister frightfully and out of nowhere quit crying. He then, at that point, hurried to the kitchen.

He called her a simpleton.

She was as yet incensed about what had occurred at school, however she checked out at her sibling and shrugged her shoulders.

This was an ordinary event. Valter generally treated his more established sister with disregard and their mom Olga didn't do a lot to stop him.

At the point when Silje plunked down on the table in the wake of cleaning up, Valter immediately looked at her and opened his mouth. Not entirely set in stone to cause her problems.

"Mother, Silje caused problems today at school!"

"What are you referring to, Valter?"

Olga was preparing the table with dishes of fenalar and eggs when she turned upward with concern.

Valter furtively stood out his tongue at Silje prior to adding, "I don't have the foggiest idea. At the end of the day it's obvious that I was really humiliated. Obviously she tumbled off the structure today."

"What? Is this valid?"

At her supportive mother's astonished face, Silje bit her lips. Before she could make sense of, Olga's appearance turned frosty.

Olga was a normal moderately aged lady with short silver hair, fair skin, and reddish cheeks. She looked kind yet obstinate.

Olga was concerned that she would need to irritate her significant other with another issue.

Valter proceeded, "She tumbled off the structure before everybody at school. I was so humiliated as a result of her."

"Quit conversing with your more established sister like that."

Olga cautioned her child without heat to the surprise of no one and gone to Silje once more. She appeared to be disappointed as she inquired, "What was the deal? Silje, let me know now."

Before Silje could say anything, Valter interfered with, "She repeated the experience! I'm so tired of it. She generally leads to such countless issues at school. She is known to be an absolute miscreant. She is insane! She is horrendous! She ought to have been quite recently stayed silent."

"Stop it, Valter! Quit conversing with your sister like that."

"Darn it all! Sister? On the off chance that the children realize she is my sister, they will prod me. I am so burnt out on it. She is the wellspring of every one of her concerns! I don't have the foggiest idea why she continues to make it happen! Nobody's tormenting her, yet she continues going around guaranteeing she is being prodded."

Valter stood up and hurried to his room.

"I'm embarrassed to have her as my sister!"

He pummeled his entryway shut.

Olga murmured profoundly, stressed that her child was entering the insubordinate high school stage. She looked more established than expected.

"What was the deal? Silje, tell me."

"It was nothing."

Silje said it tranquilly in light of the fact that she would have rather not concern her mom, however Olga wouldn't release it.

"You leaped off the school building? How could that be nothing? Silje, would you say you are harmed? Shouldn't we go to the emergency clinic?"

"I'm fine."

Silje attempted to persuade her, however Olga was determined.

"How about we go to the facility tomorrow and get a x-beam. Is it safe to say that you are discombobulated by any stretch of the imagination? Maybe you should finish a CT examine."

At the point when her supportive mother showed concern, Silje recently gestured. Notwithstanding, Olga immediately changed her disposition and inquired, "Coincidentally, you won't lie once more and let me know that you leaped off the structure since you were being tormented, correct? You are overcompensating, Silje. You are excessively delicate. You heard Valter, isn't that so? Valter lets me know that he is humiliated by you since you continue to mislead everybody that you are being tormented. Nobody is torturing you."

Silje wasn't letting out the slightest peep about it, however Olga kept on checking out at her with an objecting articulation. Olga was a passionate Lutheran and was incredibly moderate and severe.

She proceeded, "Truth be told, I am burnt out on hearing your reasons. Valter feels the same way. Silje, you can't in any case accept you are being tormented in light of the fact that you're Asian. Recollect what happened when you were more youthful? You said you could have done without your dark hair so you colored it blonde."

Silje contemplated internally, 'Indeed, Mom. Furthermore, I turned into a fool at school.'

She recollected the occurrence like it was yesterday. She was unable to take different children prodding her any longer, so on one occasion she purchased a hair color and blanched her hair. At the point when she went to class the following day, the children were hardhearted. They ridiculed her significantly more, particularly in light of the fact that she didn't work really hard of kicking the bucket her hair. Silje wound up beginning to sob uncontrollably at that point.

Silje out of nowhere became miserable. She at this point not had any desire to resemble every other person. She was at absolutely no point going to color her hair in the future. The memory of the occurrence was burned to her and each time she was helped to remember it, she became hopeless. The most horrendously terrible thing was that this wasn't the main awful memory she had of her adolescence.

Or on the other hand was the most horrendously terrible thing the way that this tormenting was all the while going on?

Olga proceeded, "Silje, listen cautiously. I would rather not converse with your homeroom instructor about your concerns once more. Straight to the point wouldn't need it all things considered. You realize he is as of now exceptionally focused on as a result of his work, right?"

"Indeed, I know."

"Great. I'm happy you know. So we can't continue onward to your school as a result of your concerns. Did you know even our neighbors are chattering about us as a result of you? Recollect how a couple of years prior you would not go to class any longer? Individuals thought despite everything imagine that we, as your folks, are accomplishing something wrong."

There was no point. It was pointless to converse with her supportive mother. It was like conversing with a divider.

For some time now, Silje hasn't been enlightening her folks concerning what was befalling her at school. She realized she was separated from everyone else in this, and she has concluded that she needed to deal with the present circumstance without anyone else. She recollected the days and evenings when she thought about and cried until she came to this choice.

Be that as it may, despite the fact that Silje realized her folks wouldn't assist her, she with stilling couldn't resist the opportunity to feel powerless at Olga's allegations. Each opportunity this subject came up, her supportive mother's message was something very similar.

She maintained that Silje should stay silent and graduate very much like the others.

As Olga kept on gazing at her, Silje bit her lips and addressed unobtrusively, "I know what you are talking about. Please accept my apologies and I won't bring any more hardship."

"Great. Much obliged to you, Silje. Like I said previously, we aren't asking a great deal from you. We simply maintain that you should move on from secondary school and go to a college in Oslo. Alright?"

Her new parents needed this.

To move on from secondary school and go to a college in Oslo. They would have rather not hear or have significant familiarity with her.

Quietness fell.

Nothing planned to change regardless of whether Silje made sense of what had truly occurred. She had attempted oftentimes previously and it won't ever work.

Additionally, Olga's reaction was the equivalent 100% of the time.

"You are insane, Silje. You are defrauding yourself out of the blue! How could anybody menace you? Why? Since they have nothing else to do? You are letting me know that this is on the grounds that you're Asian? That doesn't appear to be legit. You make me snicker, Silje. I'm burnt out on hearing your falsehoods. I'm tired of it."

Silje would have rather not see her supportive mother holler at her and cry as a result of her. On the off chance that she wasn't being tormented, there wouldn't be anything that Silje and her new parents would differ on.

All they needed was a decent, submissive little girl.

A little girl who never created problems.

Silje was very much aware of her circumstance. She grinned unobtrusively and offered the response her supportive mother needed to hear.

"Indeed, Mom. I will do as you say."

Silje's heart became colder as it kept on freezing gradually. She was separated from everyone else in this chilly country that was not her origination.