After I Died, Mom Heard My Sister’s Inner Thoughts

I was born to be my older sister’s spare blood supply. She was our parents’ beloved daughter, free to pout, throw tantrums, and disobey. I was just an eyesore, a silent “human blood bank” whom they took for granted and ignored. To force our parents to let her marry her boyfriend, my sister repeatedly threatened to cut her wrists and kill herself. My parents took their anger out on me, while my blood was drawn until I was weak and delirious. Yet the moment the car crashed, I still instinctively shielded Mom. After the crash, she shoved me away and rushed to my sister, crying, “My precious girl!” In my final moments, I finally stopped expecting anything from family. But I never imagined that after I died, Mom would start hearing my sister’s thoughts…