Cursed Draws: I Stopped Obeying My Husband
My younger sister, Mindy Sampson, has a rare blood condition. She needs regular blood transfusions and a bone marrow transplant.
My husband, Ian Huffman, and I are matches.
My mother says we should draw lots. Whoever draws the short stick will become Mindy's blood donor.
In the next five years, I am always the one who draws the short stick.
Because of constant blood draws and bone marrow extractions, my body breaks down.
Before I die, I stumble upon Ian holding Mindy and saying, "Cindy is so stupid. There are only short sticks in the container. Every time, we let her draw first. How could she ever get a long one?
"She is going to die without ever knowing you are not sick at all. Once she dies and we get the insurance money, we can travel the world."
When I open my eyes again, I am back in the fifth year after Mindy is diagnosed.
I look at the container of sticks on the table and smile.
Then, I look at Ian and say, "This time, you draw first."