Mom and Dad applauded her.
No one cared that I was crying my eyes out.
Little kids cry to be comforted.
That day I knew no one would comfort me.
So I stopped crying.
I got up and flipped through my notebook,
which was filled with study notes. I had only
been a sophomore in college when I died, but
I was a little rusty on a lot of high school
material.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
My mom came in:
“Rose, I cut some fruit for you.”
She brought in a fruit plate and placed it in
front of me. She perfunctorily asked me a few
questions about school, then said, “Rose,
your sister has been sick and missed a lot of
classes for this midterm. Use her name on
your test, and have her use yours.”
At this moment, I finally realized when I had
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In my past life, Willow didn’t like studying, but
she was vain. Every time there was an exam,
she would pretend to be sick and be
hospitalized. Whenever I got a high score, she
would cry and make a fuss, even self–harm.
Saying she was a cripple.
Later, my parents made me write her name
on every exam.
And she would write mine.
Then, word got out that the two daughters of
the Smith family, one was frail but smart, the
other healthy but stupid.
“Your sister can’t help it. She’s always been
frail and sickly, often in the hospital, and she
misses school. If you hadn’t taken all her
nutrients in the womb, she would be as
healthy as you, and this wouldn’t have
happened.”
