The Unlucky Child

Summary

After my sister was born, everything in our house was decided by casting the Runes.

Whether I could eat at the table, whether I got new clothes—it all depended on the Runes.

Every time, I tossed "Cursed." My sister always tossed "Blessed."

Whenever I cried from hunger, Mom would look at me with disappointment.

"The Spirits are fair. This is Providence."

"Your fate is cheap. Don't blame others. Your dad and I are just following the will of the Spirits."

So I practiced. I knelt before the altar for ten years, trying to beg for a little love.

But I never won. Not once.