Facing my crying and sobbing, my brother showed an impatient expression for the first time.
"Cheryl, can you learn from Winnie and be a little more obedient and sensible?
"Can you give way to Winnie? This is what you owe her!"
Until I was eighteen years old, he looked at me with disappointment all over his eyes when I came back in the morning, drunk and reeking of alcohol.
"Cheryl, I have been kind to you, so from now on, you're on your own!
"In the future, don't say that you are my younger sister anymore. My younger sister is only Winnie!"
My nose twitched, and I lowered my head, feeling at a loss.
Winnie whispered, "That person seems to be Cheryl. Is she also sick? Should we go and ask?"
Cheyne snorted coldly from his nose.
"Why do you care about her? It's all her own doing!"
All the random thoughts that had just arisen in my mind suddenly disappeared, and my heart felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer.
When I was a child, even if I just coughed lightly, he would worry if I caught a cold.
Now, even I was very ill, he didn't even bother to ask.
He really didn't care about me anymore.
Feeling a cool sensation on my face, I raised my hand and realized that my eyes were wet.
Cheryl, it's okay.
Just wait a little longer, just wait a little longer.
Then you will be relieved.
The food in the hospital was really bland, so I ordered takeout.
I carried a lot of food and filled the table.
The fragrant smell awakened my taste buds, and my hungry stomach finally found comfort.
I picked up the chopsticks and filled them into my stomach one by one.
When my stomach was full, my heart wouldn't feel empty.
But eating too much eventually backfired, and I leaned over the toilet in the bathroom, vomiting uncontrollably.
I sat on the bathroom floor recklessly until the nurse found me.
She blamed me for not taking care of my body while secretly giving me half of her stomach-nourishing porridge.
"Miss, if you harm your body like this, your family will be worried."
Will Cheyne worry about me?
I inexplicably remembered what the doctor said that day.
"Take good care of yourself, and you can live for another two or three years."
But I had no reason to live on.
My brother hoped me to die for years.
On the day of discharge, the familiar little nurse chased after me.
She handed me a talisman.