Cursed Child No More My Parents DownfallChapter 1
According to my mother, I was a curse made flesh. She swore the moment I entered this world, I nearly killed her with a hemorrhage so massive it soaked through three sets of sheets. She hated me for it. In the dead of winter, she would leave me outside in nothing but a thin cloth until fever burned through my tiny body like wildfire.
When my father took me to see a doctor, he slipped on black ice and shattered his leg. That accident sealed his belief. I existed for one purpose only—to bring ruin to everyone who came near me. In his rage, he threw me into the pigpen. Let me eat swill. Let me fend for myself among the animals.
I would have frozen to death if not for Grandma.
She couldn't bear to watch me die. She scooped me up, pressed her warmth into my frozen skin, and spooned rice paste into my mouth until I was seven years old.
When it was time for me to start school, Grandma walked to town to buy me a schoolbag. On the way back, a car struck her.
She never came home.
When they found her, her fingers were still wrapped around the straps of that bag.