Resurrecting the Genius Within

Isabelle came out of her room. “Isabelle, come and eat.” Isabelle’s father, William, had prepared her bowl and chopsticks. The living room was bare, devoid of any valuable items. The dusty light bulb emitted a faint glow. A family of five gathered around a small, worm-eating square table. Isabelle sat in a corner spot. Ethan kept his head down and ate his meal. When Isabelle joined them, he silently moved his chair aside, giving plump Isabelle more room and taking a seat at the edge of the table. “You must be feeling better after a good sleep. Eat up.”

William added some meat to her bowl and said with a hint of shame, “We can’t afford to keep you in the hospital any longer. Rest well at home before going back to school. I’ll buy a chicken tomorrow to make soup for you.” “With her poor grades, it doesn’t matter whether she goes to school or not. The teachers probably hope she doesn’t show up,” Layla sneered. “Layla! Isabelle is your sister. How can you speak like that?” William scolded angrily. “Why are you yelling? What did Layla say wrong? I really don’t know what’s in her brain. She even scored five or ten points. I’ve been completely embarrassed by her. And she’s even dating at such a young age. She’s not ashamed at all.” Eleanor’s words grew more heated as she spoke. Not satisfied with scolding Isabelle, she turned her anger towards William. “Do you know how your relatives laugh at me? How did I end up marrying such a useless man like you? All your brothers were extremely poor back then, but now they all drive cars and live in new houses. Only you, still living in this old house with your wife and children, are using the old appliances your brothers don’t want anymore. If you were a bit more ambitious, your son wouldn’t be limping. I really regret marrying you.” Facing his wife’s complaints, William kept his head down and said nothing. His face aged more than his peers due to overwork, flushed with shame. Ethan continued to eat calmly, seemingly numb to the familiar scene. However, he gripped his chopsticks tighter when he heard the word “limping.” “You really don’t care, do you? Our parents are arguing because of you, and you’re just sitting there watching TV. You’re hopeless. I can’t believe I have a sister like you.” Layla glared at Isabelle and made the situation worse. As expected, Isabelle received an almost resentful glare from Eleanor. However, Isabelle shifted her gaze from the TV to Layla with a blank expression. Her gaze was as cold as ice. “What’s with that look? Did I say something wrong?” Layla felt something was off about Isabelle since she returned from the hospital. Usually, she would just lower her head, shrink her neck, and be too scared to eat. She wouldn’t dare look at her like this.

later! She put down her chopsticks and stood up to return to her room. “Oh, you’re eating so little today. Don’t you usually eat three bowls?” Layla glanced at Isabelle’s bowl and mocked it. Eleanor ordered Isabelle, “Wash the dishes before you return to your room.” “Isabelle just had a bad fall yesterday. She can’t wash dishes. Layla, Ethan, you guys do it,” William said gruffly. Layla replied, “But I don’t know how to wash the dishes.” Then she muttered, “She fell on her head, not her hands. She usually does the washing.” “Layla and Ethan still have homework to do. What if their grades drop? Every New Year, when we sit with our relatives, they brag about their cars and houses. We

inspect the place where the family lived. The old house was inherited from two generations before. Although it was dilapidated, it was large enough, with a courtyard, walls, and a separate kitchen. A sweet-scented osmanthus tree was planted in the courtyard. There were several rooms initially occupied by a large family. Later, William’s brothers made some money and moved out, leaving them behind. Ethan came out of the kitchen and glanced at Isabelle in the yard. Their eyes met for a moment. Then he limped back to his room. Isabelle watched his back and followed him. Ethan took out a difficult math problem he had copied from the internet yesterday. He frowned and sat at his desk, continuing to solve the problem. Suddenly, he felt a presence. He looked up and saw Isabelle leaning against his door frame with her arms folded, appearing out of nowhere. A large figure blocked his doorway completely. This was the first time Isabelle had entered his room. Usually, she would retreat to her room when she returned from school, regardless of the time, except for doing housework. Ethan noticed that his sister seemed different today. Isabelle walked over and glanced at his notebook. She raised her eyebrow and asked, “You can’t solve it?” Ethan looked at her in silence. Isabelle took his pen and began writing in his notebook without hesitation. Before Ethan could react, his notebook had been filled with her writing. The challenging question that was beyond the syllabus had been solved. It was solved perfectly! The steps were clear and unique. After reading it, Ethan felt as if he had been enlightened. His face even turned slightly red with excitement. After the initial