The Unlucky Child
Language: en
After my sister was born, everything in our house was decided by casting the Runes. Whether I could eat at the table, whether I got new clothes—it all depended on the Runes. Every time, I tossed "Cursed." My sister always tossed "Blessed." Whenever I cried from hunger, Mom would look at me with disappointment. "The Spirits are fair. This is Providence." "Your fate is cheap. Don't blame others. Your dad and I are just following the will of the Spirits." So I practiced. I knelt before the altar for ten years, trying to beg for a little love. But I never won. Not once. On Christmas…