I Died to End Their Lie
UpdatingEnglishUpdated
Not yet available
Summary
The day I found out I had leukemia, my first reaction wasn't to cry. It was relief.
I wasn't their biological son anyway. If I died, at least I wouldn't owe anyone anything.
When I was six, my younger brother and I fought over a limited-edition robot model. Mom dragged me into a corner and told me, spacing out every word, "You aren't our real son. Everything you have in this house is a favor we've done for you."
After that, I never asked them for another thing.
My brother got new sneakers. I wore his hand-me-downs.