What I feared was not that the countdown of my life was approaching, but that when the final end came, I had never truly lived up to myself.
"It's been ten hours, that's enough!"
My father felt so worried and he saw that something was wrong with my face.
"No! This is just the beginning! Don't be soft-hearted on her, Richard!"
My uncles were opposing when suddenly my grandfather called.
"What? Mom fell from the third floor?"
"We're rushing over now."
My grandmother had an accident and they were in a rush to go out.
"Put Olivia down. She can take care of Oliver. We will deal with her when we come back!"
My mother gave the order and my father quickly rescued me.
"Olivia, you take care of your brother for dinner and shower and put him to sleep, do you hear me?"
It took me a long time to breathe normally again.
"Can you ... leave one person behind? I can't see anymore ...."
Her expression suddenly changed.
"Why are you pretending to be blind! If you can't see with your eyes, why didn't you say you were dying?"
Darlene got so angry that she came up and kicked me hard twice.
My sternum, which had not yet healed, broke again and I suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.