The Death Timer
When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family.
She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories.
I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything.
However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things.
I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!"
Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!"
"No…" I tried m