Even in tough times, my sister couldn’t change her extravagant nature; she would steal things and then find a way to sell them.

I had exposed her before, but as soon as she shed a few tears, Mom would lose all rationality, only knowing how to dote on her precious daughter.

But Mother, am I not your daughter too?

Perhaps it was a fleeting glimpse before death; I sat there alone, listening to Mom’s familiar curses, while many things rushed past my eyes.

The once blurred memories gradually sharpened.

That day, it seemed I wasn’t the one who was sick!

However, many details still needed to be refined, and I...