MasukIn the third year of my wolf decay, I was dying. It was a rare condition. I wanted to donate my body to research. I called my mother, three years since I'd last seen her, and asked her to sign the donation consent form. Without her signature, there'd be no one to handle my remains. She was busy with work. "Are you really making up something like this just to get attention?" she snapped. But I begged, and she gave a cold laugh and agreed. "What a miserable thing to deal with. You better actually be dying." Later, my wolf heart ended up on her dissection table. And that woman, who had nothing but contempt for me, actually killed three people for me.
Lihat lebih banyakI had a dream.It took me back to the year Laila turned nine.She was standing in the doorway. Her hair had been blown loose. There was a smudge of something on her cheek, dust or dirt, I couldn't tell.She looked up at me with that careful little smile of hers, one of her front teeth still coming in.Her voice was very quiet. "I made you a birthday present."I stopped.Was that my birthday? I'd been so busy I'd forgotten.A necklace of sun stones lay still in her palm. The largest one in the center had a wolf carved into it, done with a sharp rock, rough and small and perfect.In the dream, I didn't do what I did that day.I crouched down, reached out, and held it gently."It's beautiful. Will you put it on me?"The wind went still. The world held its breath.She shook her head."I can't."Before I could ask why, she said, "I'm late! Mom's waiting for me at home. I have to go."Something twisted in my chest."I'm your mom.""My mom's a caregiver. Everyone loves her."I hadn't processe
My mother turned off the video.She looked at her own hands and let out a short, broken laugh, then hit herself across the face."How did I raise something that cruel.""And what did I do to Laila—"She stopped.Something changed in her expression. A decision was being made."Laila. Everything I owe you, I'll give it back."She went to the bathroom and washed her face, then walked to the kitchen and put a knife in her bag.I went cold with dread.[Mom. What are you doing?]She came home past midnight. The living room lights were still on."Mom! You're finally home!"Lily rushed toward her like always.My mother stepped aside.Lily's voice went careful."I know I was wrong. I'll get on my knees for Laila and apologize. Can you forgive me, Mom?""Sure," my mother said. "You should apologize."The next second, she grabbed Lily and tied her to the chair.She drew the knife."Lily. I'll only ask you once. Who was the man you brought here?"Lily's eyes went wide."What man? I—I don't know wh
My mother moved into the small apartment.She told Grandma she could feel me there.She couldn't, not really.By the late stages, my wolf was gone. I hadn't had a scent in a long time.She watched the security footage over and over. Thirty days of it. I lost count of how many times Lily had come.At first it was just words, cruel ones, meant to hurt. Once she figured out I was too numb to fight back, she started using her hands. Pinching me. I couldn't make my body get out of the way.Mrs. Grace cried when she found out. I didn't have the strength to reach up and wipe her eyes.Every time Lily appeared on screen, my mother's nails dug into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks.[That's enough, Mom. Don't watch anymore.]The last time Lily came, she brought someone with her.An old man. Thin. Stooped.My soul flinched. The fear from that day wrapped around me again, cold and tight.Lily counted the bills in her hand with a smirk."A hundred dollars. One hour. Whatever you want."She
My mother stayed. She said she wanted to sort through my things.There wasn't much to sort.Just the old laptop she'd been ready to throw away (Grandma had brought it to me), a few worn-through clothes, some dog-eared textbooks, and a journal.My mother opened a book. Every page was covered in my notes.On the first page, I'd written: I want to become a doctor as good as my mother.She turned the pages with trembling hands.After the visit when I was nine, I'd written:[Why was I born so early? If Mom had gone abroad first and had me later, maybe she wouldn't hate me so much.][It's a shame the sun stones scattered. Most of them are gone now.]Later, when the bullying at school got bad:[Do you get picked on if you don't have parents around? But I have parents. My mother is an incredible doctor.][Mom didn't come to parent-teacher night. The teacher said she called and Mom just said "I'm busy." I think Mom was right not to come. I'm not someone worth showing up for. But lately I keep t


















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