Mom Picked Her Golden Child
When my parents got old, they needed someone to take care of them.
Katerina—my younger sister—was off to Amiraka with her smug husband Chris. Meanwhile, I was crammed into a two-bedroom in Bellavaro with my husband Pavel, who drove a taxi.
Mom had no retirement savings, so guess who she dumped herself on? Yep—me. Dad took the cash and ran straight to Katerina.
Our place was tiny, but we still gave Mom the master bedroom. She hated it. Constant complaints, constant drama. According to her, life with me was pure misery.
Every night, she'd hop on video call with Katerina, gushing about Amiraka like it was heaven, while throwing shade at me for not "taking care of her properly."
Meanwhile, I was drowning—trying to hold it together for Mom, help my daughter prep for exams, support a husband with spine problems, and check in on aging in-laws.
Mom didn't care. She wanted a plane ticket to Amiraka to party for Katerina's birthday.
I snapped. We had a blowout fight, and she collapsed—brain hemorrhage.
Even in her hospital bed, she stared me down, whining Katerina's name like a broken record. Then she spat out, "I should've never picked a useless daughter like you!"
My chest cracked in half. I blacked out.
When I woke up—I was ten years younger. Back to the day they decided who'd get stuck taking care of them.
This time, Mom didn't wait.
"I want Katerina to take care of me. It's my turn to enjoy life!"