The day I died, my sister wore the wedding dress I had always dreamed of, and married my boyfriend.

My family felt no sorrow over my disappearance.

My brother suspected I deliberately avoided blessing my sister.

My silent father believed I was malicious, unwilling to see my sister surpass me.

My mother called me ungrateful and demanded I apologize to my sister.

They didn't care if I was alive.

They were only worried that my absence would sadden my sister by denying her my blessing.