After I Died, My Parents Regretted It

Nick's medical expenses were 15,000 dollars.

I counted on my fingers.

Fifteen thousand dollars.

In the New year, Dad gave me 50 dollars, mom gave me 50 dollars.

They always said I wasted money and didn't give me any money.

Even when I went to school, they didn't pay for my meals.

So I often couldn't eat enough and had to pick up leftovers from my classmates.

When my parents found out about this, they beat me up.

The pain from the hanger hitting my leg bone still lingers. My neighbor Julia took me to the hospital when my shin bone was fractured.

So you think I'm just wasting money, but you can be so generous to Nick.

A deep sense of powerlessness overwhelmed me. I felt pathetic and ridiculous.

I followed them and went to that Foreign restaurant.

At the entrance, they were stopped.

"Pets are not allowed inside!"

A command made them furious.

"Nick is not a pet, he is my treasure, my child, my good son!"

"Do you know how to speak? If you don't, then shut up!"

I stood still, listening to my parents speaking for Nick.

Once, my classmates falsely accused me of stealing their things. I told my parents that I didn't steal anything.

They turned a blind eye and a deaf ear to it.

I almost wanted to kneel down and beg them to believe me.

But they remained indifferent.

In silence, I looked at the classmate who falsely accused me, hiding behind my parents, feeling lost for a long time.

It turned out that parents could also be a child's refuge.

But why was my mother like this?

They never believed me, let alone favored me.

I wouldn't speak up for myself just because someone falsely accused me.

But Nick enjoyed all their favoritism.

At this moment, I feel a little jealous of Nick.

In the end, they entered.

They knew that Nick didn't like to eat broccoli, so they always remembered.

They would praise it after Nick finished the dish.

"Nick is great, it can eat vegetables."

Mom and Dad were always generous with their praise for Nick.

But in my ten years, they had never praised me.

Instead, a setback in my grades would provoke a beating from them.

They knew that Nick loved to eat beef, so they always ordered it for Nick.

But they always forced me to eat cilantro, even though they didn't remember that I was allergic to seafood.

That time, I took advantage of Nick and ate a shrimp.

But my throat had a severe allergic reaction and became swollen and red.

But at this moment, they didn't show any sympathy.

Instead, they shifted the blame to each other.

Dad said, "Didn't the doctor mention Carroll's allergens when he was born? Why don't you remember?"

My mom, on the other hand, responded with cold words and impatience.

"It's been so long, how could I remember so clearly? Besides, do I owe him anything? Who told him to have such a craving for it?"

The past was vivid, but now it just seemed embarrassing and ridiculous.

It made me insignificant when looking at their love and care for Nick.

Mom was a doctor, her hands were precious.

But now, she patiently peeled plate after plate of shrimp for Nick.

Dad was a teacher, he always said that time is precious and not waste time trying to please them.

But now, he was cutting steak for Nick.

They didn't like to eat beef, but they were willing to waste this time for Nick.

Seeing this scene, my tears flow like a broken dam.

It turned out that seeing their lack of love for me still hurt my heart.

Nick and I were like opposite sides.

He and my parents were inside, while I was always excluded.