Your Debt Your Grave Now

Summary

Standing in that kitchen again, I could smell the over-roasted coffee and the metallic tang of my own blood.

In my previous life, this was the moment I shattered. Looking into my sister’s wide, innocent eyes, my heart had softened. I took on her predatory payday loans, tethering myself to a debt that wasn’t mine. From that day on, my mother branded me with the labels "vain" and "wasteful," broadcasted my supposed failures to anyone who would listen. Later, when a coveted position opened up at the local State Bureau, my mother moved heaven and earth to pave the way for my sister.