LOGINWhen my younger sister, Isla Brown, was diagnosed with a heart disease, the doctor claimed that she would not live past twenty-five. Since then, everyone would repeat the same phrase. “Isla won’t live for much longer. Just let her have her way.” My childhood best friend, Lucian Sterling, threw my birthday cake in the trash. “Isla’s dying soon. She can’t eat any desserts. You should be more considerate.” My older brother, Hugo Brown, tore up my dance academy offer letter. “Isla doesn’t have much longer to live. She can’t dance. If she sees you dance, she’ll be upset. You should think about her feelings.” My fiancé, Liam Anderson, pushed back our wedding ceremony three times. “Isla’s dying soon. She can’t bear to see someone else wearing a wedding gown. You should be more considerate.” I asked them, “Just because she won’t get to have a long life, does that mean I don’t deserve to live my life?” Upon hearing that, my mother went on a hunger strike. She lay next to Isla’s hospital bed. “Since I’ve failed to fulfil Isla’s tiny wishes, I’ll die with her.” On the third day, I made an oath before the hospital ward to never bring up my wedding again. After that, Isla said she wanted to experience what it was like to be in love. My mother said, “Isla doesn’t have much time left. She’s never been in a relationship before. You should give her the chance by letting her have Liam for a few years.” I walked out of the ward. “She may not be able to live long, but I want to live a longer life. I’ve made up my mind. I’m leaving.”
View MoreWhen winter arrived, I received a letter. It was from the county theater, and the logo was stamped on the envelope. When Caleb received that letter, his hands were shaking. He was even more excited than I was. Someone uploaded my performance onto the internet. The dance teacher at the theater saw my video and heard that I was working at the cultural center. They told me they were opening an adult dance class and that there were a limited number of slots. They invited me to give it a go. I went and performed my dance. One of the judges looked at me and asked me about my age. “I’m twenty-four this year.”“It’s not too late for you to dance again.” She ticked something on my application form and nodded at me. Then, she told me that I was born to dance. Someone told me the same thing six years ago. The offer letter was sent to my grandmother’s house on my birthday. My grandmother went to town and came back with a cake box. My name was written on top of the cake in chocol
Two weeks after the performance, my mother came by herself. Hugo did not drive her, and Isla was not following behind her. She took the train that only ran twice a week. It was already dark when she arrived carrying an old bag. She asked around town before finding my grandmother’s house. When my grandmother opened the door and saw my mother, her face fell. She wanted to shut the door, but I stopped her. “Let her in.” My mother sat down in the living room. She fidgeted anxiously and glanced at the wooden frame hanging on the wall. Then, she quickly looked away. She had aged a lot, and her hair had gone gray. My mother no longer looked as arrogant and aloof as she did before. She opened the bag and took out a sweater. It was a sweater I had worn very often. When I left, I did not take it with me. My mother had washed it and folded it. I took the sweater without a word. “Esme, I’m here to take you home.”It was the first time she did not mention Isla to me. “I was foo
The theater performance was scheduled at 7 p.m. on the 18th. Liam managed to get a ticket. It was a corner seat at the very last row, and it was very far from the stage. When he entered the theater, the lights had already dimmed. He did not pay attention to any of the first few performances. His hand clenched around that letter in the pocket of his coat. Liam wrote that letter on the day he proposed, and it was three pages long. His handwriting was a little messy because he was so anxious. At the very end of the letter, he drew a tiny heart shape. After I received that letter, I had not opened it. I told him I wanted to save it for our wedding day and read it then.He thought that I would always keep that letter. When the emcee announced that Greenville Town cultural center’s performance was next, everyone started clapping. The curtain went up, revealing over twenty children standing in two rows. Mia was standing in the front row, and her face was flushed red from nervousn
Hugo came to see me alone. It was drizzling that day, but he was not holding an umbrella. He stood beneath the persimmon tree. His hair was wet, and his shoulders were drenched. He knocked on the door softly, as if he were afraid of startling anyone. My grandmother was the one who opened the door. She glanced at him yet did not chase him away. However, she did not let him in either. When I stepped out, he passed me a bank statement. It was a little crumpled up from his grip. “I’ve transferred the money to you. Have a look.” I glanced at my phone and saw a bank notification. It was exactly 41,080 dollars, just like I had calculated. “You sold the car?”Hugo was a little stunned as he nodded. “How did you know?”“With your savings, you wouldn’t have been able to repay me this quickly otherwise.” He hung his head and chuckled. His smile looked more like a frown. “Esme, I’m sorry.” I did not say a word. “Back then, I only tore your offer letter into pieces because I












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