Sold My Life for My Brother's Birthday Present
On my little brother, Clover Shaw's birthday, I tear up my stomach cancer diagnosis report and use the money I've saved for treatment to buy him the gift he's been talking about for ages.
But when I wake up in the early hours of the night while coughing blood, I hear the disdain in his voice.
"That piece of crap he bought is just 5,000 dollars. It's not even worth as much as my cheapest game! Who would want that garbage?
"He's such an idiot. It's been over 20 years, and he still hasn't figured out that we've been playing poor. He's out there working himself to the bone to scrape together my tuition fees! On top of that, he stinks so much every day! It's disgusting!
Mom, who has always ca