He Once Called Me His Rose
Language: en
I had a secret rose birthmark. At nineteen, I gave myself to my uncle Jack while drunk. The night stayed with me, but the next day he told me the family business had failed and he had ALS. I left the military to care for him. I sold my house, borrowed money, and struggled for five years. Debt collectors hurt me, but I saved every coin to extend his life. One day at work, I saw Jack in a smart uniform, talking happily with friends. He was supposed to be in a wheelchair. A comrade said he had faked his illness for five years, and I had nearly destroyed myself to help him. Jack replied coldly…