After I Died, My Parents Regretted Favoring My Younger Brother

I died just as the first snow began to fall. Only after I was gone did my parents, who had always favored my younger brother, regret what they had done.

The whole family happily went on vacation without giving me a single cent. They told me to get by on my pocket money, but my brother had taken it all long ago.

“So what if we gave your pocket money to your brother? Did we spend any less raising you? Girls are just money pits.”

“You'd fight your own brother over a little money? You're obsessed with money. Who knows what you'll do next?”

My parents chased after me, calling me an ungrateful wretch.

I looked at my brother's smug expression and didn't tell them that the money was what I'd saved for medical treatment.

Later, when I died in a shabby little room because I couldn't afford treatment, my parents wept and begged me to wake up.