Death by Allergy: My Family's Meltdown Came Too Late
My mother gave birth to a pair of twins.
I, the first twin, lived with my grandmother in the countryside since I was little. My twin brother, Felix Carter, lived with our parents during the same period.
After I got accepted to a high school in the city, I was finally allowed to live with my parents.
I thought I could finally have a taste of the familial love I'd been yearning for. Little did I know that this was the start of my nightmares.
My parents and Felix ostracized me all the time, as though I were an outsider. Heck, my status at home wasn't even comparable to that of Felix's pet dog!
One day, Felix stuffed a piece of kiwi into my mouth against my will, claiming that he wanted to help me get rid of my allergy toward kiwis.
I pleaded with my parents for help with great difficulty, and yet all I received were cold glances from them.
"Don't be a wuss! Are we expected to quit eating kiwis because of you?"
"You're allergic to kiwis? Ridiculous! You'll get used to them after eating them a few more times!"
But what my family didn't know was that severe allergies are actually fatal to the patient.