When I was fourteen, my parents left me forever.
They died on the way to school to find me, and my brother hated me since then.
When I was sent to the emergency room, the doctor asked me to contact my family and sign a consent form for surgery.
The brother is crying because of the sprained ankle of his adopted sister.
He said impatiently:
"Then go to hell and don't call me brother!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
So, I died on the cold operating table.
