The Taste of Being Alive
Language: en
My sister, Luna, was an influencer with millions of followers. I was her mukbang stand-in. For two years, I ate countless disgusting meals for her, until my stomach perforated. Then one day, clutching my abdomen, which felt like it was tearing apart from the pain, I begged her: “Luna, give me five thousand dollars for surgery. I’m dying.” She looked at me with disdain. “Is your life even worth five thousand dollars?” I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and smiled. No, it really wasn’t. But dragging you down to hell with me? That would be priceless.