The moment I was born, I took my mother's life.
They called me a murderer.
My brother would burn me with cigarette butts, and my father said that was my lot in life.
"You're a jinx just by being alive. If you had any conscience, you would have gone to your mother and paid for her life long ago."
My brother developed kidney failure.
My usually coldhearted father fell to his knees before me.
"Please save him..."
I placed my hand on my father's shoulder.
"Dad, I'll agree to the surgery, but will you promise me one thing?"
My father performed the surgery himself. It was a success.
It saved his most beloved son,
and took away the daughter he hated most.
But after I died, my father went to the police station and turned himself in. My brother went mad.
