Remorse After Her Death
I was a year old when I tried to get some food from my sister's plate. My parents were so angry that they slapped me, rendering me deaf in my right ear. They also hated me until the day I died.
They called me a monster that only knew how to take her sister's things.
The day I learn I have a terminal illness, I call Mom and tentatively say, "I'm sick, Mom. The doctor said it's a brain tumor. Can you come to the hospital?"
She sneers. "You're better off dead. I hope it happens quickly and that you're not at home when it does. I don't want to touch your body."
I know they've always looked forward to my death. But when their wish finally comes true and their birth daughter dies, they lose their minds.