Sister in White, Mother in White
Language: en
I was fifteen when my mom died on a rainy night, chasing after my sister who'd run off to elope. Outside the emergency room, I stared daggers at my sister—standing there in a mud-stained wedding dress, soaked to the bone. She'd abandoned us for some lowlife, and now she had the nerve to show her face here. I completely lost control. I rushed at her and slapped her hard across the face. "You killed Mom! If you hadn't been so desperate to run off with that man, Mom never would've chased after you! She wouldn't be dead!" My sister's head snapped to the side from the blow, blood trickling…