When the billboard came crashing down, Mom shielded my younger brother and Dad pulled my older brother to safety. I was the only one left where I stood, and my arm was injured.
As the construction workers argued with my parents, they didn’t even think of me. My injury wasn’t treated in time, and I was left with lasting damage.
From then on, I finally understood where I stood in my family and stopped wishing for things that weren’t meant for me.
But as my life slowly ebbed away, they suddenly came to their senses and begged me for forgiveness over and over.
