After I Died, They Finally Cared
Language: en
I knew my family was struggling financially from a very young age. Being sick cost money. So, I was never allowed to get sick. When I was four years old and running a terrible fever, my mother picked me up by the collar and shoved me into the refrigerator. I was still conscious when she finally dragged me out. I just stared at her, blinking slowly. My face was freezing. My tears had frozen into tiny, icy rivers on my cheeks. I couldn't even cry anymore. Mom glared at me, her voice dripping with annoyance. "I know you are just faking it to skip school. Look at you, you are not dead, are…