Tables Turned
I was in a car accident while saving my brothers. However, instead of gratitude, they urged the doctors to amputate my legs.
"Carol, we're sorry," they said through tears. "We're useless… but don't worry. Even if we have to sell our blood or our kidneys, we'll make sure you're taken care of."
Right after surgery, they abandoned me in a shabby apartment. Blood seeped through the sheets as they looked at me with teary eyes—then left in a hurry, claiming they needed to earn money for my treatment.
I did not want to drag them down anymore. Enduring the pain, I crawled to the rooftop of a tall building, planning to end my life.
That's when I saw it—inside a luxury hotel, a grand celebration was taking place. My brothers were there doting on another girl.
She was eating an extravagant cake I had never even dreamed of, wearing a designer princess gown worth a fortune, sparkling with jewels. Everyone called her the Smith family's one and only princess.
They had even hired a world-class symphony orchestra to play Happy Birthday just for her.
While I lay bleeding in a dingy apartment, they would not spend a few dollars on bandages for me.
I watched as my eldest brother gently fed her cake, his eyes full of tenderness. "Jasmine, only you deserve to be our one and only little sister."
The second brother placed a tiara on her head with care. "Even for the smallest birthday, we won't let you suffer a single moment of disappointment."
The third knelt to help her into a pair of crystal shoes. "Jasmine, you're our most precious darling."
Then, standing on the stage, Jasmine held up the black credit card they had gifted her and smiled sweetly.
"Brothers," she said, "Carol lost her legs saving you. Maybe you should go see how she's doing?"
My eldest brother let out a mocking laugh. "She's not worth it. Now that she's crippled, she'll never be able to compete with you again. She got what she deserved."