During a family trip over the May Day holiday, my nephew was stabbed by a fish fin.
I urged them to take him to the hospital immediately, or he might get an infection.
But my family didn’t care. They were set on going to Guanyin Temple to pray.
Only when my nephew was at risk of losing a limb to Vibrio vulnificus did they blame me, saying my bad omen had caused it.
My older brother even broke my arm for my nephew and took the new house I’d bought.
Mom said coldly, “You owe this to my grandson. One house is nowhere near enough. You’ll spend the rest of your life working like a beast of burden to pay him back!”
After I was reborn, I looked at my nephew, who had just been injured and was bawling his eyes out, and paid him no mind.
When my sister-in-law asked, I simply said, “Zhuangzhuang is a little lucky star. There’s no need to make a fuss over such a small injury.”
By the time my nephew lost a limb, I’d already quit my job, sold my house, and moved far away.
