My Mother Framed Me To Death
Language: en
In this house, excellence was my scarlet letter. It was a simple, twisted rule of physics: because my younger sister, Bella, was perpetually stuck in second place, the universe had to bend to accommodate her fragility. My mother, terrified of bruising Bella’s ego, funneled everything—designer clothes, the best snacks, the leaked exam prep sheets—directly to her. When the semester finals were posted, I was Valedictorian material. Again. Bella locked herself in her room and wept for three days. My mother, too busy coaxing her out with hot cocoa and promises, forgot my eighteenth birthday…