On the Snowy Mountain, Mom Gave My Brother the Last Oxygen Tube
My brother, Charles Raymond, said he wanted a family mountain climbing trip.
So, Mom forced me to go, completely ignoring my raging fever.
Halfway up the snowy peak, Charles and I got severe altitude sickness.
But Mom didn't care if I lived or died.
She insisted on giving the very last oxygen tank to him, even though his symptoms were mild.
When the rescue team finally arrived, I begged her to save me first.
Instead, she looked at me with pure disgust.
"There isn't enough room in the vehicle," she snapped.
"Stop faking sickness just to compete with your brother. You're delaying his medical treatment."
In the end, I was left behind.
I died a brutal death in the endless, freezing