My Family’s Regret
Language: en
When we were little, my parents let my sister and me choose a piece of jewelry. Lying on the table were my mother’s gold ring and her silver one. I chose the gold. My sister chose the silver. My parents then took me away for a two-day trip. As I lay in the motel bed that night, I overheard them talking. “She’s just too greedy. So calculating for a child. Why can’t she be more like her sister?” “Well, we can’t afford both of them. The sooner she’s gone, the less we have to worry about.” I knew what they meant. Huddled under the covers, I was paralyzed with fear, silent tears streaming down…