LOGINI was severely allergic to shrimp. Even touching the broth could make it hard for me to breathe. They used to treat me like a fragile little princess no one could touch. So there was never seafood at home, and even relatives were reminded before each family gathering. Then my little sister was born, and everything changed. Shrimp became her favorite food. She kept asking Mom to make it for her. That was the first time Mom snapped at me. "Can't you just stay away from it? Do you really have to make your sister unhappy?" Dad only shut the kitchen door and handed me a mask. But on the day of Dad's promotion dinner, I accidentally ate shrimp hidden inside a puff pastry. My throat tightened. I clutched my neck and ran to Mom for help, my face turning purple. But Mom flung my hand away, her voice cold as ice. "Today is an important day for your father. What stunt are you trying to pull now? "Do you think everyone has to revolve around you? Go back to your room!" She shoved me into my bedroom, slammed the door, and locked it. I did not even have the strength to call for help. All I could hear was the sound of people outside clinking glasses and offering congratulations, while my fingernails scraped bloody marks into the door.
View MoreI watched her leave the prison in a daze, wandering aimlessly along the street.I knew the last thread holding her together had snapped too.Mom returned to the empty house.She did not turn on the lights. In the dark, she walked into my room.She sat at my desk and pulled open the drawer.Inside were photos of me from childhood, drawings I had made, and crooked little cards I had written to her."Mommy, happy birthday. You are the prettiest mommy in the world!""Mommy, I love you."She looked at them one by one, touching each one, silent tears soaking the paper.Finally, her gaze landed on a small medicine box.It was my spare epinephrine auto-injector. It had always been in my desk drawer.That day, I had been only a few steps away from it.If the door had not been locked, if I had been able to reach it, I would not have died.Mom picked up the injector and clutched it tightly. The needle pierced her palm, and blood flowed out.But she could not feel the pain.What kin
At night, Mom would go into my room and make my bed, as if I were still alive.She spoke to the air. "Annie, did you make any new friends at school today?"Then she would answer herself. "Oh, Mommy forgot. Our Annie isn't in school yet."She talked to herself, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, like a madwoman.Lily became more and more afraid of her.The gentle, beautiful mother she once knew had become gloomy and strange.One night, Lily had a nightmare and cried out for me.Mom rushed into her room and hugged her tightly.But what she said was, "Annie, don't be scared. Mommy is here. Mommy is right here."Lily screamed in terror. "I'm not Annie! I'm Lily! Let go of me!"Mom froze.She looked at Lily, who was trembling in fear, and a hint of clarity returned to her eyes.Then, as if she had been stabbed, she suddenly pushed Lily away and ran out of the room.That night, she locked herself in my room and cried all night.I sat beside her, listening as her sobs went fr
You opened the gates of hell with your own hands.Because Lily needed someone to care for her, Mom was released pending trial and allowed to go home for the time being.Dad remained in custody, awaiting sentencing.The house was no longer a home.A small memorial had been set up in the living room. At the center sat a framed photo of me, surrounded by white flowers and flickering candles.In the photo, I was smiling with innocent brightness.Mom wore all black and knelt before the photo, motionless, keeping vigil.Her eyes were empty and numb, as if her soul had already been hollowed out.Relatives came and pointed at my parents, whispering and judging."What a sin. How could they lock a child alone in a room?""Exactly. Grace usually looked like she cared about Annie. How could she make such a stupid mistake at the worst possible moment?""I heard Daniel's promotion is gone too. He might even lose his job. What a disaster."Then a sharp, mean voice sounded. It was my dista
Dad spoke with great difficulty. "She said... she said she didn't feel well. She had eaten... something with shrimp."The officer's pen paused. He looked up sharply. "You knew she was severely allergic to shrimp?""We knew...""Then did you administer emergency treatment? Did you take her to the hospital?"Dad lowered his head even more. His voice was as tiny as a mosquito's. "We... I thought she was throwing a tantrum... so we locked her in her room..."The officer's face darkened."You did what? You locked a child showing signs of a severe allergic reaction alone in a room?"The air went dead silent.That question was like a poisoned dagger, stabbing straight into my parents' hearts.Yes. That was exactly what they had done.They had killed their own daughter with their own hands.My body was taken away for a forensic examination.The house was sealed off, and my parents were taken to the police station for further questioning.Lily was taken away by Grandma Helen after






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