When the Broken Heart Breaks the Soul

My sister inherited our mom's rare heart disease, but I was born perfectly healthy without a single defect.

After confirming through tests that I was indeed her biological child, Mom locked me in my room for three days.

"You freak, you're nothing like my child. Just go die!"

Dad held her lovingly, comforting my sister who was crying hysterically, his eyes full of blame toward me.

"You know Vivian and your sister aren't well. Why are you so inconsiderate?"

To distance herself from me, Mom wouldn't even let me share her or Dad's last name.