I Became His Worst Curse

Summary

My mother died of a hemorrhage when she gave birth to my younger brother. My father always said I was a curse, born with a dark fate that brought ruin to everyone close to me. And so, I became his favorite tool for keeping my brother in line.

When my brother was little, he refused to eat bitter vegetables.

My father didn't force-feed him. Instead, he pried my jaw open and shoved a handful of raw, fiery jalapeños down my throat. I thrashed on the kitchen floor, my throat burning and bleeding, while my brother screamed in terror and choked down his greens, crying hysterically.