Love by Lottery
After the real son, Asher Vale, was brought back, everything in our house became tied to drawing lots.
The chef of the day, who would have to cook a particular person's preferred dishes, had to be decided by drawing lots. Even our parents' kisses and hugs were chosen the same way.
I always drew the short stick. The long stick, by default, belonged to Asher. He never had to do anything to receive our parents' love.
Whenever I felt it was unfair and wanted to cry, Mom would scold me sharply, "I bought the lot-drawing box because I was afraid you'd feel hurt. I wanted to be fair to both of you. If you want something, decide it yourselves. Your father and I won't interfere. If you can't draw