My sister's beautiful face instantly flushed red. In my previous life, while cleaning my sister, she would intentionally urinate on my hands to gross me out, claiming it was due to her inability to control herself after becoming paralyzed and I believed her.
It turned out she was simply trying to disgust me. Now that I was reborn, I would not be indulgent with this "paralyzed" sister any longer. I handed the towel to Yara and kindly advised, "Yara, you have long hands, you should be able to reach it. You need to learn to take care of yourself. What if Mom and Dad and I are no longer around?"
Seeing my firm attitude and realizing that our parents were not at home, Yara couldn't express her frustration and had to reluctantly clean her own lower body.
I remained patient and sat in a chair, watching my sister's performance. Amazingly, as she cleaned, her legs, which had been stiff for eight years, actually bent slightly on their own.
Yara's anger grew as she continued to clean and eventually, the resentment in her eyes erupted fully. Yet, she still kept up the pretense of being paralyzed. I sneered inwardly, thinking to myself that this time, I would see just how long she could keep up the act.
In the evening, my parents came back from the fields. As soon as they arrived, my mother rushed into my sister's room. After a while, she came out with a dark expression on her face.
She called me over and slapped me hard on both sides of my face. The force of the slaps was so intense that my cheeks swelled up immediately.
With a face full of anger, my mother furiously accused me, "Yasmine, who do you think is responsible for your sister's current state? Your sister is still bedridden and now you won't even clean her up. Don't you have any heart?"
My mother's eyes were filled with concern for my sister and blame towards me. I was familiar with this look, having lived under such scrutiny for twelve years in my previous life.
I had always known that my parents favored my sister. She was adorable and sweet-talking, their little darling. When, at the age of eight, she had fallen bedridden because of a slap I gave her, their concern was even greater. That day, my parents rushed her to the hospital for an examination, but the results showed she was fine.