The Deadly Birthday Wish That Broke My Family
I was a child who was born in a vocational school's toilet. To my mom, I was a stain in her life that she was given birth to after having her cherry popped by a delinquent when she was still young.
I knew that Mom had been trying to kill me. Unfortunately, she hadn't succeeded so far.
The first time she tried to get rid of me was when she decided to give birth to me in the toilet. It was a cold, winter month, yet she didn't give me anything warm to wear.
The second time she attempted murder was when she got into grad school, which was based in the north. No one was around to take care of me, so she turned on the gas while holding me in her arms and clutching her train ticket.
The third and last time happened when Mom was about to marry the man she loved.
On the night before her wedding, she had tears streaming down her cheeks as she told me, "You're nothing but a burden. You ruined my life!
"Do you know that I can only forget about all the pain and suffering you caused me after you die? Only then can I start a brand new chapter in my life!"
I wiped Mom's tears off her face with my tiny hand.
So, her wish was for me to die.
On my birthday, my fever hit 104 degrees Fahrenheit. That was when I finally received the first slice of birthday cake in my entire life.
I didn't have the heart to eat it, so I made my wish solemnly.
"I hope that I will die soon."
I heard that birthday wishes often came true. That way, Mom would be very happy.