After I Die, My Three Sisters, Who Once Avoided Me Like the Plague, Regret It

I'm a jinx who can see how long my loved ones have left to live.

My grandpa and dad both died on the days I predicted they would, so my three older sisters all believed my curse had killed them and hated me to the core.

Mom also died in childbirth, and the younger brother she left behind became the apple of my sisters' eyes.

My sisters said he was a lucky star, and that everything had gone smoothly for the family ever since he was born.

But Mom died giving birth to him.

I lived in a cramped attic, surviving on stale steamed buns until I turned eighteen.

When I saw my own countdown in the mirror, I wasn't sad. I actually felt relieved.

I was finally going to die!

Before I died, all I asked was to have one last meal with my sisters.

But my sister looked at me with eyes as cold as knives and told me not to try to get attention this way.

I was a jinx. How could I deserve to stand in front of my lucky-star little brother?