My Parents Even Love My Sister's Stand-in, But Hate Me to the Bone
Language: en
I'm no longer alive. But no one has noticed. My body is curled up in a corner of the street. My family probably thinks I'm just throwing another fit, hiding away on purpose. But this time, it's different. I'm truly gone. My sisters, Phoebe Johnson and Lydia Johnson, are watching TV with Mom and Dad. The coffee table is filled with sliced fruit, and Mom is gently feeding them strawberries. How idyllic. If I weren't already a ghost, I might have thought this family was happy too. 1 I drift outside the window. In the living room, Phoebe is leaning playfully on Mom's shoulder, and…