I had never seen a fortune-teller myself, but according to my mom, she took me to one before I was old enough to remember. She said that's my fate, so to prolong my life, she never gave me any of the good things at home. I had to eat Alexander's leftovers, and my clothes and shoes were all hand-me-downs from him.
But Mom, even though I've never enjoyed any luxuries in over twenty years, I'm still facing a short life.
The doctor said that with treatment, I might have another year; without it, only a month. This month, I had to get my money back. Otherwise, I would be a restless spirit, unable to move on.
As I was plotting how to reclaim my money, my brother Alexander called.
"Lily, I'm at Mom and Dad's. Come back for dinner. It's been ages since we all got together."
Alexander's name seemed to have been given with high hopes, while mine felt like it was chosen on a whim.
My classmates laughed and said my parents didn't love me, that they were giving all my luck to Alexander. I cried and went home, wanting to change my name, but my mom was furious, "Change your name? Even if you die, you'll be cremated with this name."