The Countdown to My Sister's Death Turns Out to Be Mine.

Our whole family could see the countdown to my sister's life, when she would die at the age of 16. So my sister became the most valuable person in the family. The best food is hers, the only new dress is hers, and even the time her parents tell stories before bed is hers. I feel sorry for her, but I'm also jealous of all the preferences she has. Until the day before my sister's sixteenth birthday, my parents were afraid that I would cause trouble, so they locked me in the utility room. I banged the wooden door desperately: "Mom, let me out, I have a fever and my head hurts..." But my mother didn't believe it: "That's enough! Your sister is going to die in just one day, and you still want to pretend to be sick to gain sympathy? Can't you be more sensible?" "No..." I tried to argue, but all I heard was the voices of my parents comforting my sister. There was absolutely no movement outside the door. My consciousness gradually blurred...