He Breaks After Forcing Me to My Death
Some even beat her when they saw her, furious at the disgrace she'd brought them.
My parents paid for their favoritism, too.
After returning from the hospital, my mamma drifted through each day in a daze, clutching my photo and whispering "I'm sorry" endlessly.
My papa, weighed down by the family's ruined reputation and failed businesses, seemed to age overnight, half his hair turning white.
They wanted to make amends, to do something for me, but it was far too late.
I was already dead. I couldn't hear their apologies or feel their love.