Her caption was sickeningly sweet: Thank you, Mom and Dad, for giving me the best love in the world.
I scrolled to the comments. Amidst the sea of congratulations, Mom's reply sat pinned at the top.
Silly girl, Mom and Dad will forever be your safe harbor.
A string of sun and kiss emojis followed. To any outsider, it was a touching display of mother-daughter devotion.
My hand shook so violently I nearly dropped the phone. I enlarged the photos, zooming in on every smile, every loving glance.
A hot tear splashed onto the screen, distorting their happy faces.
We shared the same blood. We came from the same womb. Why were our worlds so different?
Lily and I were twins. She entered the world fifteen minutes before me.
According to my parents, Lily had been weak and sickly since birth. They dragged her to hospitals across the country, doting on her fragile health. I was dumped at my grandparents' house in the countryside and lived there until I finished elementary school.
Their excuse never changed: You stole your sister's nutrition in the womb. That's why she's sick. It's your fault.