At first, she only intended to scare me and make me feel guilty. But after discovering the benefits of pretending to be paralyzed, she stayed bedridden. From then on, she was paralyzed for twenty years. By the time I was eighteen, she had been bedridden for eight years.
Now, I was carrying a basin of water and a towel to clean up after her. Since her paralysis, all her needs had been attended to in bed. I recalled in my past life, I had taken on the responsibility of cleaning her waste out of guilt towards my sister.
As I pushed open her room door, I saw her lying in bed, her beautiful eyes watching me with a knowing look.
I suddenly recalled the scene where my sister and my boyfriend teamed up to push me off the balcony. In my previous life, when they pushed me off the balcony, she looked at me the same way. Only the malice in her eyes was even more apparent then.
What I found harder to accept than my sister deceiving me for twenty years was that the sister I cared for so attentively for twenty years actually wanted to see me dead.
My parents passed away the year I graduated from university and from then on, the burden of caring for my sister fell entirely on my shoulders.