Thankfully, Mom and Sarah were still somewhat kind to me.I turned my gaze toward Mom. She was already in tears.I looked at her, hoping this might be the moment we finally broke through the distance between us. Maybe she'd come over and hug me like she always did with Sarah since I was sick.Yet, with tears in her eyes, she uttered even harsher words, "Jessica, life and death are in fate's hands. No matter how unwilling you are, you have to accept it."She clutched her chest, her tone mournful as she continued, "You get sick, and now you want to drag Sarah down with you? If I lose both my daughters, how am I supposed to live?"At that moment, I finally understood that Mom wasn't afraid of losing two daughters. She was just afraid of losing Sarah.I lost interest in the conversation and turned my attention to Sarah, the one directly involved.Since I'd been brought home, she had always been somewhat kind to me.She often said some pretentious things, but I figured that was just
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