Mag-log inWhen I was five, my elder sister, Mabel, lost the use of both legs saving me in a car accident. From that day on, there was one thing my parents said to me more than anything else. “You ruined Mabel’s life.” When I got into a top university, Mabel locked herself in her room and cried all night. My mother, eyes red from crying, tore my acceptance letter to pieces. “Wait until Mabel can walk again. Then you can go to college.” So I spent sixteen hours a day delivering food, saving every penny for Mabel’s rehabilitation. When my stomach pain became so bad I could barely stand, my parents accused me of being jealous of Mabel’s nutritional supplements and faking it for attention. I secretly went to the hospital. The diagnosis came back and showed that I had severe anemia, pelvic inflammatory disease and a stomach ulcer. The medication cost more than two hundred dollars. I did not have it. So I told myself I would get the medicine after I saved enough to buy Mabel a pair of knee braces. Then came the day of the torrential rain. Terrified of being late with a delivery, I ran a red light. A dump truck hit me and sent me flying. I lay there in the rain, still clutching the knee braces I had just bought. I never got the chance to hand them to Mabel myself.
view moreShe clutched her hair with both hands, gripping so hard that small clumps came loose at the roots.She could not feel the pain.…They went home.The house was steeped in the damp, musty smell of decay.Life had become a swamp. It was thick, stagnant, and impossible to escape.Dad was paralyzed in bed now. Eating, drinking, relieving himself, everything happened in that same bed.Mom could not afford a caregiver. So she did it all herself.On the first day, Dad soiled himself. The stench was suffocating.Mom carried a basin of warm water into the room and turned him over.She stared at the stains spreading across the sheets. She did not complain this time.She picked up the rag and scrubbed hard. It was hard enough to leave his skin red and raw.Dad cried out in pain yet Mom did not stop.She did not even look at him. She simply kept wiping, over and over, her movements slow and mechanical, as though she were punishing herself with every stroke.“You deserve this. We all
I watched Mom crumpled on the floor, laughing and sobbing at once.I watched Mabel sitting in her wheelchair, staring blankly at the ceiling.I felt no pity, only the cold certainty that this was what they had brought upon themselves.They destroyed me with their own hands.In the end, they destroyed this family with those same hands.…Dad woke up on the third day after surgery.His eyes flew open, wide and glassy. He tried to sit up. Then he realized he could not feel the entire right side of his body.It lay there like dead weight, heavy and unresponsive.He opened his mouth, trying to call for Mom, but the words would not come. His mouth twisted helplessly to one side.A thin line of drool slipped from the corner of his lips and darkened the white pillow.All that escaped his throat was a hoarse, broken rasp.“Ah… ah…”Mom sat beside his bed.She did not reach for a tissue to wipe the drool from his mouth. She simply stared at him, her face emptied of expression.
She struck the doorframe hard enough to stumble.Still, she kept going. She made her way into the living room. The plate of pork ribs was still sitting on the dining table, cold enough that the fat had congealed into a pale, waxy crust. The sauce had darkened to the color of dried blood.Dad came rushing out of the bedroom.He saw his wife standing there, dazed and hollow-eyed, and started toward her.He took a single step. Then he stopped.His hands clutched suddenly at his chest.Color rushed into his face, deepening to a frightening purple.His eyes rolled back. A wet, choking rattle escaped his throat.He dragged in breath after breath, each one sounding thinner than the last. The veins in his forehead stood out beneath his skin.Then his body went rigid. Like a tree severed at the roots, he toppled backward.Thud!The back of his head struck the tile with a sickening crack.…The wail of an ambulance tore through the stillness of the neighborhood. Red and blue light
“You guilt-tripped her into sacrificing her whole life, and you guilt-tripped me into letting you do it!”Mabel pointed at the bloodstained toilet paper on the floor.“Look at this! Look at what she was reduced to! We’re all monsters. We’ve been feeding off her for years! We killed her together! We’re all murderers!”Those words landed like a series of blows.Dad staggered backward. His back struck the doorframe. His lips trembled, but not a single word came out.He had always believed Mabel hated me. He always told himself that hurting me was the price of keeping her happy.Now he understood that it had never been about her. Those were simply the excuses they had used to justify themselves.They had grown accustomed to taking every ounce of their pain, frustration and resentment and pouring it onto the daughter they loved least.Mom remained crumpled on the floor as she watched Mabel come undone.Then her eyes fell on the acceptance letter she had painstakingly pieced back to


















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