Chapter 7
Chapter 7
+25 BONUS
Maybe even when I’m eighty, there will still be a child inside me, waiting for a love that never came.
My parents flipped through the report with impatient hands. Their faces darkened. Dad set the paper down, his voice low and heavy.
“How could you end up with a disease like this?”
I stared at them blankly. “The doctor said the cause was parental favoritism toward Fiona.”
Mom’s voice shot up. She slammed the table. “Are you blaming us?”
Then came the speech I had heard too many times. The hardships of raising children, the sacrifices she had made, the fairness she prided herself on. She spoke with conviction. “Everything your sister has, you have too. She gets a birthday celebration, so do you. She gets a tutor, you can join in. What else do you want?”
Dad nodded. “Look around. Tell me which other family treats their kids as equally as we do. You’re just not as good as your sister, so now you want to blame us?”
It was laughable, really. They always claimed to be fair.
