I had mere months left to live unless I removed half of my lungs. But with what remained of my lungs, how long could I live?
Holding the diagnosis report, I hesitated whether or not I should tell my parents about it. However, they took the initiative to call me and tell me to go home.
It was the first time they called to ask me to go home since my marriage. Overwhelmed with joy, I thought they finally missed me.
Never would I have thought that the first thing they did was to tell me to get a divorce! They wanted me to let Rosalie have my husband!
Staring at my family, I thought they seemed so unfamiliar.
Mom and Dad once doted on me when I was younger. Since when had they started to change?
I gazed at the sneer on Rosalie’s face. Suddenly, I remember. My parents changed the moment they gave birth to her.
Ever since that day, they only had eyes for Rosalie, and I was invisible to them. I was like a stranger living under the same roof as them.
I always had to give in to Rosalie. Whatever I owned, she would own one too. But I didn’t have most of the things she had.
When we were younger, I would always be punished if she fell. Whenever she did something wrong, I would still be the one to be punished.
She’d give me things that she disliked, as though they were trash. However, she’d always snatch what I liked and destroy them.
She could secure my parents’ love easily, but I had to work hard and long just for a word of praise.
My parents thought nothing of it when I received admission to a reputable university. However, Rosalie was showered with gifts and praise even though she could only pass for an unimpressive high school.
When Rosalie was younger, she was adorable. Afraid that she would hurt herself, I cushioned her fall countless times when she was learning how to walk.
However, whenever my gaze landed on her cute little face, I gladly endured the pain. She was my little sister, after all!
