Love Is a Broken String
Language: en
When I was five, I begged my sister to fly a kite. The wind took it from me. Then, the string cut her throat. At the funeral, my parents' grief turned on me. "I just wanted to play with her," I sobbed, struggling to explain. "I didn't know it would happen." From that day on, my parents despised me. Years later, when my school announced a kite festival, my mother snapped. "You killer! My daughter is dead because of your kites! You love them so much? Fine. Fly one. Fly it until you break!" She drove me twenty miles into the empty, wind-whipped fields outside the city and thrust the…