No Refund On My Existence
Language: en
My sister and I are twins. From the moment she was born, my sister, Harper, was labeled a "high-demand" baby. She needed constant attention, endless soothing, and deep, consistent affection. Any slight discomfort sent her into a fit of raw, heart-wrenching screams. I, on the other hand, was "low-demand." I rarely cried, caused no fuss, and was, to my parents, blessedly easy. So, on the day of the divorce, standing outside the Registrar's office, my parents only argued about one thing: who would take Harper. My mother, Valerie, shielded Harper with her body. "Harper is fragile. Who will…