The Forgotten Warmth
Language: en
When the fire broke out, Mom scooped up my sister, and Dad threw my brother onto his back. They left me behind in the flames. The fire scarred my face. And just like that, the spoiled, attention-seeking girl I used to be vanished, replaced by someone… quiet. Understanding. It didn’t matter. I was dying anyway. This little scrap of love they had left… anyone else could have it. But now, they regret it. They clutch my skeletal hand and plead, "Just throw one more tantrum for us, Lily. Please? Just one more time?"