My sister and I have been princesses in the hands of our parents since we were young.
Dad would pick us both up and spin us around in circles.
Mom would smile and say:
"Mom and dad have 100% love for you two babies."
But when there was a huge earthquake, I cried and called to my parents for help under the rubble.
My parents heard this and took the lead in leading the rescue team to pull me up.
However, the moment I came up, the building behind me collapsed.
My sister's words: "Mom, Dad, I'm here -" were severely crushed under the rubble, and she could no longer hear any sound.
After that day, my parents went crazy and looked at me with tears in their eyes:
"It's all because of you. If you hadn't insisted on us saving you, how could the house collapse?
"Why wasn't you the one who died? The one who was saved was obviously my sister!"
I was left in the camp by my crazy parents. Aftershocks hit me at night, and I was crushed under the tent by a big rock.
This time I didn't open my mouth to call for help, and allowed my consciousness to gradually blur.
