Mango

Summary

My sister, Rachel, ate half a plate of mangoes I’d left on the table. She broke out in an allergic rash.

My brother, Bernard, stormed into my room, pried my mouth open, and started forcing mango juice down my throat.

“You love mangoes, don’t you? Today, I’m going to let you have your fill!”

The juice went down the wrong pipe. I couldn't breathe. My throat was swelling shut. I begged him to save me.

Instead, he dragged me to the basement and locked the door.

“Rachel is suffering, so you don’t get to be comfortable either!” he snarled. “You can stay in here and think about what you’ve done.