When I was dying, I didn’t want to stay at home, packing up my belongings in advance.
But I found that there was nothing to pack.
My room was the smallest utility room in the house.
The only things that belonged to me were a few old clothes and some pitiful stationery.
Even Sirena’s cloakroom was three or four times bigger than it.
Only the things she didn’t want would be thrown into this utility room.
After putting the things away, I received a call from the cemetery company.
“Ms. Holland, do you still want the cemetery you liked before? If you pay the deposit now, we will keep it for you, otherwise we will give priority to other customers.”
That was the cemetery I saw not long ago.
The cemetery was planted with verdant pines and cypresses and trimmed roses.
The tombstone and urn were all fresh and ins style.
It was my favorite style.
At that time, I thought, since life was so hard, I should live more comfortably after death.
But at this time, the wish couldn’t be fulfilled.
I hesitated for a moment and replied to them, “No need.”
Because I had no money.
How could people who didn’t even have money to see a doctor afford an expensive cemetery?
Just after hanging up the phone, my brother came back.
He hurriedly threw down his briefcase, with a puzzled look on his face. “Cemetery? What cemetery?”
I thought he knew something.
Who knew that the next second, he spoke with a face full of reproach. “Willow, what tricks are you playing again? I heard that you went to the government service center to ruin Sirena’s birthday party! Don’t mention Dad and Mom, even I feel ashamed! Sirena cried because she was worried about you and her birthday party was ruined. This is the only 18 years of her life! If it weren’t for the fact that she lost her parents when she was young, she wouldn’t want to live under someone else’s roof. Why can’t you tolerate her?”
I looked at Jack’s aggressive look and the words I wanted to say choked in my throat.
Was I not the one who couldn’t be tolerated?
Sirena’s 18th birthday was important, but what about me?
Since she appeared, I had never had a good birthday.
Every time my birthday came, Sirena either had a cold or an allergy.
Then my parents would decisively abandon me and the whole family would accompany her to the hospital.
For ten consecutive years, even if Sirena just sneezed, my parents would be so nervous that they would take out the thermometer.
And they simply forgot my 18th birthday.
When I didn’t even wait for a “Happy Birthday”, they remembered to organize a banquet for Sirena, customize a dress and prepare a birthday gift.
I looked at Jack with tears in my eyes and choked up to tell him, “Brother, my 18th birthday and my only 18th birthday, not only did you forget it, you didn’t even give me pocket money to buy a birthday cake…”
Jack remembered something and his eyes seemed to be moved.
But when he spoke, he was still in a bad mood. “Why are you so petty? If you didn’t make a mistake and didn’t repent, how could Dad and Mom be angry for so long?”
At this time, my parents and Sirena came back.
From a distance, their echoing scolding came from outside the door.
“You still have the face to mention your 18th birthday? Just based on what you did to Sirena, you don’t deserve to celebrate your birthday!”
My father’s face turned pale and the anger in his eyes seemed to want to devour me.
“You messed up Sirena’s birthday, but she cried and almost went into shock in order to ask us to forgive you! You don’t feel guilty at all?”
