My Sister and I Were in Peril, but Our Parents Only Cared About Their Adopted Son’s Dog—When We Left, They Lost Their Minds!
Language: en
My parents got divorced, and I was assigned to live with my father, an emergency-room doctor, while my younger sister was assigned to our mother, a search-and-rescue-dog trainer. But neither of them wanted to raise us; they only wanted custody of their adopted son, Ethan. The month my sister and I received our admission notices from Harvard, a landslide struck. The surrounding cities were affected as well, and I became trapped beneath the rubble. A wall collapsed onto my right leg, and trembling with terror, I called my father. He didn’t finally answer until night had fallen, and when he…