Mom had always said she loved obedient, well-behaved daughters. I had been obedient. I had been well-behaved. If they could give Erica, an adopted daughter, their unconditional love, then surely they could find it in their hearts to love me, their biological child.
They would take me to the best doctors to treat my illness. They would buy me warm clothes, cook me delicious meals and decorate a cozy room for me.
We would spend one last New Year’s together as a family. They would wish me a Happy New Year and they would say, “Happy Birthday,” to me.
I would fight this cancer with everything I had left, trying to hang on for just a little longer.
If they couldn’t bear to part with Erica, I would try to accept her. If she liked Lucient, I’ll step aside---I’ll give him willingly. As long as I still had my parents and my brother that was enough for me. I dreamed of going to the amusement park with my mom and dad and walking back to school with my brother, proudly telling everyone I wasn’t some unwanted child with no family.