However, my parents refused to believe the results. They would rather think the examination was flawed than accept that my sister had deceived them.
They really believed that a single slap from me could have caused my sister's paralysis. We lived in the countryside and when my sister became paralyzed, it was during the busy farming season. With one less person to help, all the work that was originally meant for my sister fell entirely on me for the autumn harvest. My parents preferred to watch me labor under the scorching sun rather than offer any help.
As the "culprit," I took on my sister's share of the work, farming under the blazing sun, causing my skin to burn layer after layer.
When the younger daughter, who was the parents' favorite, became paralyzed due to the elder daughter's actions, they grew to loathe the elder daughter and instead showered even more affection on their beloved younger daughter.
From then on, I became the "leftover" in the family. As the term suggested, I was left with whatever was discarded by my sister: the best food was always given to her first and I wore her old clothes. The most unbearable part was that my sister did everything on her bed and even after many washes, the clothes still carried an indescribable odor of excrement and urine.
I had to wear these short and ill-fitting clothes with a lingering smell of excrement to school, where my classmates mockingly called me "the excrement and urine person."
Meanwhile, the fact that my sister was paralyzed became increasingly exaggerated among the villagers. They didn't believe that a single slap could cause paralysis. Eventually, I was labeled as the villain who constantly abused and beat my sister, ultimately leading to her paralysis.
Even my parents, who knew the truth, came to believe these accusations over time. Whenever they were in a bad mood, they would take it out on me through physical abuse and verbal reprimands, seeing it as justified. Since I was considered a villain, everything that happened to me was deemed as my just desserts.
So, even when my mother hit me, I had to endure it; otherwise, I would face even harsher punishment.
"Mom, Yara’s hands can still move. I was thinking, what if we are not at home and she needs to poop or pee?"