“I wrote about how amazing my mom was! How she raised me, even though she wasn’t well, and how she still donated blood, especially since she had Rh-negative blood...”
As my stepmother’s face darkened, I quickly reached out to grab her hand.
“Mom! Don’t be upset! I just combined a classmate’s story with your experiences for some creative flair...”
Suddenly, I screamed.
“Ah!”
The fruit knife in her hand had accidentally slashed my arm.
A long cut immediately started bleeding, badly.
And I had taken aspirin earlier.
The blood wouldn’t stop.
I collapsed weakly into my dad’s arms.
“Don’t blame Mom! It’s my fault. I made her upset again!”
“Are you crazy? Why are you taking it out on the kid?” My dad glared at my stepmother and rushed me to the hospital.
As expected, the hospital struggled to find Rh-negative blood quickly.
Panicked, my dad blurted out, “Tanya, you need to do it!”
My stepmother stared at him, tears welling up in her eyes.
“No!” I cried, tears streaming down my face.
“Dad, am I going to die? But I can’t drag Mom down with me!”
“You love Mom the most. I don’t want you to be sad! It’s okay if I die. Mom can have another, healthier child to love you both for me!”
My stepmother hesitated, her face pale.
Maybe my trembling hands threw my dad off because suddenly, he stood up.
I gave a subtle nod, and my mom, floating nearby, looked stunned.
With two sharp slaps, my dad hit my stepmother across the face.
“This is what you owe her!” he yelled.
“Now go give my daughter your blood!”
I fingered the necklace around my neck, smirking as I asked,
“Mom, happy now?”
The ‘Tears of Love’ necklace was indeed a token of love between my dad and mom, my real mom, the one who was now a ghost.
My stepmother had tried to coax it out of my dad so many times, but he never budged. Today, she was testing him again, and well...
I do love watching them play their little games of mistrust.
My mom’s ghost floated over, trembling slightly.
“Alright, you win,” she said.
“But I don’t want you hurting yourself just to prove a point!”
Now that’s something only a real mom would say.
I’d been able to see her since I was born, always floating around like a fairy.
She was always smiling.
“My Sienna, you’re going to grow up happy and healthy, okay?”
Whenever I pouted and asked for a hug, she’d immediately try to hold me, only to pass right through me.
Then, she’d end up crying even harder than I did.