Heard It, But Too Late
My sister ate the half plate of mango I had left on the table and broke out in hives from her allergy.
My brother stormed over, pried my mouth open, and poured the mango juice straight down my throat. "You love mangoes so much, don't you? Today you'll get your fill."
The juice flooded my lungs. I choked, fighting for air as my throat swelled in agony, begging him to save me.
Instead, he turned and locked me in the basement. "Betty suffered because of you, so don't expect any comfort. Stay down here and reflect on what you've done. Growing up without any real guidance. No wonder you're so vicious."
Two days later, my mom remembered me. "Ralph, that's enough. Let Catherine out. If she stay
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