Better Not Born

Summary

I bought a small slice of cake for my birthday. A gift to myself.

I got home just as my sister was having one of her episodes.

In the agonizingly slow minutes it took for the ambulance to arrive, my mom spotted the small cake box in my hand. All her fear and rage found a target. She lunged at me, and a sharp sting exploded across my cheek as her palm connected with my face.

"Your sister is dying, and you have the nerve to be thinking about cake? How did I give birth to such a cold-hearted monster!"