Skeletons Next to the Trash Bin

I was diagnosed with terminal cancer and wanted to ask my wealthy parents for 100 dollars to buy a burial suit, but they scolded me for three hours. "Do you know that 100 dollars could support children in poverty-stricken areas for a long time? How did I end up with such a wasteful child?" "How could you possibly have cancer, being so pampered your whole life? If you're really sick, go ahead and die. Prove to me that you're sick!" I sat hopelessly outside the hospital, feeling the two coins left in my pocket—just enough for the bus home. I hadn't eaten a full meal in days, yet my real parents were spending a fortune to spoil my sister, renting out Disneyland just for her. Meanwhile, they left me in a cold, remote basement, calling it "tough love". Back in the basement, I held my only possession, a doll that had been mine since childhood, and I swore I would never go back home. Just as I was dozing off, my father called. I shakily answered, only to hear his furious voic

Yolana smiled, her head held high with an air of superiority. "Alright, let's go inside. She's just a waitress. After the party, my parents will take care of her."Cold water flooded my nose and mouth, and I had no strength left to fight. I could only let my tired body sink to the bottom of the pool. Before I closed my eyes, I could hear my father's voice. "Welcome, everyone, to my precious daughter's birthday party..."...After I died, my spirit lingered at home. I watched my parents talking. "I haven't seen Grace in so long. Her birthday is next month, so let's call her back. She's turning eighteen." "That ungrateful child. She doesn't even answer the phone. She might as well have died out there."I really wanted to tell them I was already dead. I had died on a cold winter night. I would never see my eighteenth birthday. I remembered when I was little, before our family became as wealthy as it was now. My father bought me a limited edition doll, just because I sai

They stepped inside, holding up their torchlights, only to be met with a room filled with garbage. The stench was unbearable, thick and suffocating. Amidst the filth lay a worn-out, grimy mat—it had been my bed. The only possession I had was a tattered doll I'd brought from home. The doll stood out in the squalor. Its age was apparent; the fabric was faded and patched in several places. Yet, it was clear the doll had once been cherished, lovingly repaired by its owner. The mat was stained with blood, a haunting reminder of my final moments. My parents stared at the scene in disbelief, their faces pale and stricken. Outside the door, Yolana called to them, refusing to step inside. "It's too dirty!" she complained, her voice sharp with disgust. "Stop yelling," my father snapped, his patience worn thin. "Do you think your whining works now? We don't have time for you. Get out!" Yolana froze, stunned by their anger. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she began to sob, her c

"Grace, I'm so sorry! All these years, I've trusted the wrong person and personally sent you to your grave," he sobbed."Lucy, did Grace leave anything behind?" my mother asked."She left a diary. She gave it to me and said to show it to you after she's gone."Inside, it was written, [Today is my birthday. Dad gave me a doll, and I really love it! I'll always keep this doll with me because it's a symbol of my parents' love for me.[Recently, a little girl, Yolana, has come to live with us. Dad told me to be kind to her, and Mom said the same. But no matter how nice I am to her, she hates me. I don't understand why, but I'll do as they say and treat her like my own sister.[Today, Yolana broke Dad's precious antique. She said it was my fault. Dad beat me until my whole body hurt. No matter how much I tried to explain, they wouldn't listen. It makes me so sad.]Each page revealed an overwhelming love for my parents.As they read, tears blurred their vision. Despite being treated s