On the Last Day of My Life, I Gave My Death as a Birthday Gift to My Brother
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I "killed" my sister-in-law and made my brother hate me for six years. For those six years, the words I heard from him most often were, "Why don't you just die?" He humiliated me every chance he got and even adopted a "sister" in front of me—someone he allowed to bully me relentlessly. That girl made me kneel on broken glass for pictures, forced me to drink nine bottles of vodka despite my advanced stomach cancer, and strip naked to dance for her birthday. I didn't fight back. But on the final day of my life, I gifted my own death to my brother as a birthday present. Brother, this time,…