On my 18th birthday, my triplet brothers adopted a fifteen-year-old orphan girl. To make their newly adopted sister happy, Matthew gave her my coming-of-age gift, Daniel sent away the dog that had grown up with me because she was allergic, and William coldly told me to get out of the house and stop making their little sister upset. I didn't say another word. I just packed my bags and left. They all thought I was just throwing a tantrum and would be back in a few days. My three brothers canceled their busy work schedules to take the orphan girl abroad to relax her nerves. They went to see the Northern Lights in Alaska – the place I had always dreamed of visiting. Many days later, when they returned from their vacation, they suddenly learned that I had volunteered for a twenty-year medical research mission in a remote frontier. I would never be coming home again. That night, they fell apart.
View MoreThe heart rate monitor gradually flattened into a long, endless straight line. The steady beep became one continuous tone that filled the room.Daniel doubled over, his forehead touching his knees. William reached out and gripped the bed rail so hard his knuckles turned white.The nurse stepped forward, checked the monitors, and quietly noted the time of death: 2:17 AM.I gently placed Matthew's hand back on the bed and stood up. I straightened my jacket, brushed a strand of hair from my face."I'll give you some time," the nurse said softly, stepping out of the room.For a moment, nobody moved. Then Daniel looked up at me, his face raw with grief."He never stopped regretting what happened," he said hoarsely. "None of us did."I nodded once, acknowledging his words without accepting or rejecting them."Would you like a moment alone with him?" William asked, his voice barely audible."No," I said. "I've said what I needed to say."I walked to the door, paused, and looked back at Matthe
The hospital corridors were eerily quiet as the nurse led me to Matthew's room. Each footstep echoed against the sterile walls, counting down the moments to our final meeting.All these years, Matthew had similarly devoted himself to medical research, giving it everything he had. As both a mentor and a researcher, he'd thrown himself into work after I left. According to what I'd heard, he regularly stayed in the lab for 72-hour stretches, forgetting to eat or sleep.Now, not yet sixty, his body was already ravaged by numerous ailments. Liver failure. Kidney problems. Heart complications. His body had simply given up after years of neglect.I entered the hospital room and sat beside him. The antiseptic smell mixed with the unmistakable scent of approaching death.I suddenly remembered my daughter's birthday party yesterday. The colorful balloons, the laughter, the cake with three candles—and then seeing them standing there in the shadows, watching from a distance.He had come to see me
His voice broke on the word "sorry," and he had to clear his throat twice before continuing."I made it for you. Back then. I just... I never gave it to you."I suddenly remembered the image of William sitting by the window in a dim bedroom, staying up late to knit me a scarf.All because I had seen classmates showing off scarves their mothers had knitted for them.I remembered coming home from school in tears because Lisa Miller had laughed at me for not having a mother who could knit.My mother couldn't spare the time, Matthew was too busy with academics, and Daniel was too carefree to notice such details.So William had secretly asked one of his admirers who had given him a scarf to teach him how to knit.He'd pricked his fingers countless times, unraveled and restarted the project whenever he made a mistake.To me, it had never been just a scarf.And now, it wasn't a scarf that could make amends.Twenty-three years had passed. No piece of knitted wool could bridge that gap.But I s
When I was forty-three, Jake and I got married.It was a small ceremony at the research institute where we both worked. No fancy church, no elaborate decorations—just a simple exchange of vows in front of our closest colleagues.Jake held my hands tightly as we said "I do," his eyes crinkling at the corners with happiness. At our age, we'd both given up on finding someone to share our lives with."Never thought I'd be lucky enough to marry the brilliant Dr. Emma Matthews," he whispered as we signed the marriage certificate.I smiled at him. "It's just Emma now. Emma Carter."I had abandoned the Matthews name years ago. It was easier that way.Because of our age, Jake didn't want me to risk childbirth, so we adopted a daughter."Emma," Jake had said one evening as we sat in our living room reviewing research papers, "I've been thinking. Our house feels too empty sometimes."When he suggested adoption, I found myself agreeing immediately. There was an empty space in my life that research
I left the research institute twenty-one years later.Our drug development had achieved complete success. The specialized cancer medication had been approved and would soon be available at an affordable price.The day of the press conference, I stood alongside my colleagues and mentors.Many cancer patients and their families spontaneously gathered at the venue, overcome with emotion and tears of gratitude.That day happened to be Christmas Eve—the anniversary of my parents' sacrifice.Time seemed to have come full circle, rewriting their ending.I suddenly remembered that night so many years ago, when my mother held me gently and said:"If we could speed up the process just a little more, patients could afford the medication before Christmas and have a good year."Back then, I only half-understood many things.I couldn't fully comprehend the passion and mist in my mother's eyes.She had softly said: "There are too many patients in this world who choose to give up their lives because o
"That bitch Emma called last week, and I answered."I could tell from her tone that she wasn't coming back."From now on, they'll have only one sister—just me!""So what if she's their biological sister!"Over these years, I've broken so many of her things, and her three brothers only ever defended me!"I pretended she pushed me down the stairs, and that idiot tried to grab me."She fell and hurt herself, then got slapped for it. She deserved it!""She wanted to see the Northern Lights, but I made sure she couldn't go. They abandoned Emma for me!"Everything will be mine now. Everything belongs to me alone!"Perhaps she felt these achievements were too worthy of pride and boasting.As Sarah spoke, her eyes gleamed with triumphant satisfaction and wild joy.Her face twisted into something grotesque and fierce, completely at odds with her age.Their argument continued endlessly.Matthew wanted to rush forward.He wanted to tear them apart, to make them suffer a thousand cuts.But he coul
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