Even my parents, who knew the truth, came to believe these accusations over time. Whenever they were in a bad mood, they would take it out on me through physical abuse and verbal reprimands, seeing it as justified. Since I was considered a villain, everything that happened to me was deemed as my just desserts.
So, even when my mother hit me, I had to endure it; otherwise, I would face even harsher punishment.
"Mom, Yara’s hands can still move. I was thinking, what if we are not at home and she needs to poop or pee?"
When my mother heard this, she angrily warned me not to shirk my responsibility for taking care of my sister. She insisted that my sister's condition was entirely my fault.
I endured this, knowing it was not the right time to tell my parents that my sister's paralysis was actually a ruse. As they themselves said, pretending to be ill for three or four days might be believable, but how could someone fake an illness for over ten years?