Rigging My Father's Deadly Game
Language: en
My father loved to play God under the guise of perfect fairness. To ensure he never showed "favoritism," every choice between my sister and me was left entirely to a blind draw. From who got to go on the middle school trip to Washington D.C., to which one of us he would help pay for college. Somehow, I was always the one with the worst luck. Even when my mother was diagnosed with leukemia and desperately needed a bone marrow transplant—and both my sister and I were confirmed as perfect matches—he still brought out that antique mahogany humidor. He forced us into a "fair" lottery of life…