The Best Birthday Gift I Gave Mom at Twelve

Summary

My sister was back in the hospital.

All because I opened a window for some fresh air.

Outside the ward, my mother jabbed a finger at my face, her spittle flying as she screamed, "We never should have taken you back! Your grandmother raised you wrong, sending you here just to torture your sister!"

"If anything happens to Rosie, you can forget about living, too!"

Deep in the night, the house was silent.

A tall man in a black coat phased through the wall and drifted straight toward my sister’s bed.

"Rosie Wallace, your time is up. Come with me."