"Today is your birthday, are you happy, sweetheart?"

Mom gently lit the candles for me, while my brother stood by with a cold sneer.

"Mom, did you forget that you had another daughter?"

Mom's hand froze, gripping the lighter tightly.

I knew she was grieving for my sister too.

Just as I was about to speak, my brother suddenly snapped.

He swiped the cake in front of me off the table, and the cream splattered all over the floor.

He shouted angrily, "How can you still eat? It's all your fault that Christine is gone!"

He pulled out an old photo from his pocket. In this photo, a gentle, shy...