My Biased Parents Tricked Me Into Raising My Brother

I died.

I died on my birthday, crushed to pieces by a truck.

My soul floated back home and saw my little brother making a mess with my birthday cake, while my parents laughed happily beside him.

My little brother innocently asked, "Will Julia be angry?"

My mother indulgently replied, "As long as you're happy."

Huh, they had always been like this, indulging my little brother to freely control everything of mine, treating me as a burden.

At this moment, hatred grew wildly in my heart.

But later, when I was reborn, the situation changed...