Call Me a Jinx, Cry When I'm Gone
After undergoing a gallbladder removal surgery, I get discharged while having to hunch over in pain. In fact, I have to go home while attached to a surgical drainage bag.
Before I even reach the front door, I hear Rayne Randall, my sister who's ten years younger than me, wailing at the top of her lungs.
"Dad, there's a splinter in my finger! It hurts so much!"
"Let me blow your booboo away for you, Ray. It won't hurt anymore once I'm done."
As soon as I open the front door, I see my dad rolling his eyes at me. His previously happy disposition quickly morphs into an annoyed one.
"Why are you home this late? It's just a small surgery, isn't it? Look at how much of a wuss you're being! Ray wants to have fish for dinner, so you'd better take your ass to the market and buy a fresh one for her!"
My surgical wound hurts so much that I keep trembling in pain. I can barely move an inch.
Having noticed that I'm not moving at all, he chucks a slipper at me right away.
"Just go! What's with that gloomy look of yours? It's all thanks to you that our luck is gone! Every time I see a jinx like you walking around, I feel even unluckier!"
As far as I remember, my dad keeps calling me a jinx who has ruined his family.
Now that I've had a close brush with death, I don't want to keep living in this world like a pathetic loser.
In that case, I might as well let everyone in this family have a real dose of my misfortune.