When my sister found out I was sick, she skipped class without a second thought, sneaking away from her perfect student image to come to the hospital.

She, who always had a smile on her face, hugged me tightly, tears streaming down like rain.

I forced a bitter smile and hugged her back.

"Stop crying, or people will think it's you who's sick again."

But my sister only cried harder, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

People passing through the hallway thought they were witnessing some heart-wrenching farewell.

I didn't know if it was selfish of me, but I quietly told her about our parents' attitude.

"Sis, I want to take medicine...