THE DOCTOR TOLD MY PARENTS THAT I MIGHT DIE THAT NIGHT, BUT THEY PREFERRED TO TOAST TO MY SISTER’S PROMOTION. BY THE TIME THEY FINALLY ARRIVED AT THE HOSPITAL, MY BED WAS EMPTY, AND THE NOTE I LEFT THEM DESTROYED THE PERFECT LIFE THEY FORCED ME TO MAINTAIN.
“Thank you for choosing Renata’s promotion; now open the blue folder and explain why, for six years, you forced me to pay for a life that was never mine.” My mother read that line out loud, and according to a nurse I spoke with later, she dropped Renata’s silver balloon. My father tried to snatch…
