The Two-Million-Dollar Doll
Language: en
The day I was diagnosed with congenital heart disease, I became the family's "Porcelain Doll," fragile and precious. The doctor warned that any shock could kill me instantly. So, my parents catered to my every whim, even sending my healthy younger brother to live with relatives in the countryside, just to give me a quiet environment. Until my eighteenth birthday. The whole family wept with joy. My brother, just brought back home, asked timidly: "Now that Sister survived, am I unwanted again?" That day, Dad kicked him hard for the first time, and Mom held me, crying, swearing she…