Parents’ Regret After I Died for My Sister
My sister Iris almost died from anemia. The day she was hospitalized, my whole family started blaming me.
I'd been frail since birth, so Mom and Dad had always poured all their attention into me.
The new school supplies were mine, the new clothes were mine, and even on the birthdays we shared, the cream and chocolate part of the cake always went to me first.
I used to hear Iris crying at night.
But whenever I tried to comfort her, she just shoved me away.
On my twelfth birthday, I came home from school with a perfect score on my test, beaming as I pushed the door open.
Mom and Dad's eyes were red, and they looked at me as if I'd done something terrible.
“Why can't you ever be nicer to Iris? We give you everything, and you should be thinking about her too.”
“The doctor said her health problems are all because of how she feels.”
“You're so spoiled, so selfish.”
I lowered my head. They didn't know that I was frail because I'd made a deal to take Iris's death for her.
Tomorrow, I was going to be erased.