So, they knew too.
They knew that these men were my sister's boyfriends. Even if I looked the same, the heart cannot lie.
I said the same thing at the time.
But my parents told me that as long as I treated the man sincerely, he would eventually see my worth.
It wasn't that they didn't know; they just didn't love me enough.
I resented their neglect, their favoritism.
Why should I have to be the shadow of my sister, slipping away quietly?
"Ah!" My mother accidentally dropped the fruit platter, shattering it.
She quickly turned her head towards my room and shouted.
"Carol."
Then she realized I wasn't there and sighed in frustration.
"These were always Carol's chores."
My father was silent for a moment. "Call her."
Will they find out?
I felt a flicker of hope.
My father took out his phone.
On the phone screen was the call I made before I died.
Frowning, my father called back.
After just a few rings, a woman's voice replaced the tone,
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable…"
My father's tone was full of displeasure, "Outrageous, she's not even answering the phone."
My mother's eyes filled with undisguised disgust when she heard him, "That child was a waste to raise."
Yes.