After I Died, My Parents Regretted Favoring My Younger Brother

I died just as the first snow began to fall. Only after I was gone did my parents, who had always favored my younger brother, realize how badly they had treated me. The whole family happily went on a trip without giving me a cent. They told me to live on my pocket money, but my brother had taken it all long ago.

“So what if we gave your pocket money to your brother? Did we spend any less raising you? Girls are just a drain on the family.”

“You'd fight your brother over a little money? You're obsessed with money. Who knows what you'll do in the future?”

My parents chased after me, calling me an ungrateful wretch. I saw the smug look on my brother's face but didn't tell them that I had saved the money for medical treatment.

Later, when I died in a shabby little room because I couldn't afford treatment, my parents cried and begged me to wake up.