A Fatal Misalignment

The anniversary of my sister's death is also my birthday.

Everyone loved her. Everyone hated me.

They said I killed my sister, and that I had to spend my whole life making amends to her.

My brother broke my hand, the one I played the violin with, because my sister could never do gymnastics again.

My boyfriend locked me in a dark room every week because he thought I had abandoned my sister in the darkness.

In the end, my parents begged day and night for a wish to come true.

They said, "Let me die, and let my sister come back to life."

My parents' wish came true.

During the days when I was gravely ill with a terminal disease, my sister pushed open the front door.