When my parents hung up the phone for the 99th time, I walked into the household registration office with the cancer diagnosis report.

“Hello, I want to cancel my household registration in advance.”

Ten minutes later, my parents and my adopted sister hurried over.

My police father slapped me as soon as he entered the door.

“You are wasting police resources just to compete with your sister. You have read so many books that you can’t even remember!”

My forensic mother snatched the diagnosis from my hand, glanced at it and sneered, “You forged medical records and pretended to be sick just to get attention. You have been a liar since you were a child.”

My adopted sister cried and pulled my parents’ hands. “I’m sorry, sister. I won’t celebrate my birthday anymore. Please don’t lie to Dad and Mom anymore!”

I wiped the nosebleed that couldn’t stop and stood in front of the household registration staff again.

“I don’t have any family anymore. In order not to delay the cremation in three days, please help me cancel my household registration.”

In the third month after being diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer, the doctor strongly requested that I be hospitalized for treatment.

But I had no money, so I could only ask my parents for help.

When my parents hung up on me for the 99th time, I walked into the household registration office with the cancer diagnosis report.

“Hello, I want to cancel my household registration in advance.”

The staff looked at me with pity and asked, “Little girl, don’t you have any family?”

As soon as the voice fell, my parents rushed over with my adopted sister.

My father slapped me without saying anything, pointed at my nose and scolded in anger, “You waste the police force just to compete with your sister! You have read so much that you can’t even remember it!”

I was stunned.

It took me a while to remember that today was the birthday party of my adopted sister, Sirena.

Dad took two days off to accompany her.

And I, the biological daughter with advanced cancer, just called him to ask for some medical expenses, but I was accused of wasting police force.

Tears quickly rolled in my eyes.

I covered my swollen cheek and explained, “Dad, I didn’t…”

“Still quibbling!”

My mother snatched the report from my hand, glanced at it and sneered, “You forged medical records to gain attention and ruined your sister’s important birthday party! You have been a liar since you were a child and you still expect us to believe you?”

As she said this, she also wanted to come up and hit me, but was pulled back by Sirena.

Sirena’s eyes were full of tears and she pleaded with me weakly and innocently, “I’m sorry, sister. I shouldn’t celebrate my birthday, please don’t lie to my parents anymore! My parents have been worried about you. If you can repent, I promise you will never celebrate your birthday again!”

My mother held Sirena in her arms with heartache, wiping her tears bit by bit.

The picture of the deep love between mother and daughter hurt my eyes.

I was at a loss and a hot nosebleed flowed out of my nose.

I raised my hand to wipe the blood from my nose, turned around and stood at the window to handle business again. I said to the staff, “I have no family anymore. In order not to delay the cremation in three days, please help me cancel my household registration.”

My father laughed out loud in anger and said sarcastically, “You dragged the staff to act with you just to ruin your sister’s birthday party. It’s just nonsense! Just wait to pay the price for your bad behavior! Don’t say you are my daughter when the time comes!”

After that, they took Sirena and left without looking back.

After completing all the procedures, I went home alone.

Three days to life countdown.

I handled the household registration cancellation alone in the late stage of cancer.

And my parents were celebrating the birthday of their adopted daughter.

When I was dying, I didn’t want to stay at home, packing up my belongings in advance.

But I found that there was nothing to pack.

My room was the smallest utility room in the house.

The only things that belonged to me were a few old clothes and some pitiful stationery.

Even Sirena’s cloakroom was three or four times bigger than it.

Only the things she didn’t want would be thrown into this utility room.

After putting the things away, I received a call from the cemetery company.

“Ms. Holland, do you still want the cemetery you liked before? If you pay the deposit now, we will keep it for you, otherwise we will give priority to other customers.”

That was the cemetery I saw not long ago.

The cemetery was planted with verdant pines and cypresses and trimmed roses.

The tombstone and urn were all fresh and ins style.

It was my favorite style.

At that time, I thought, since life was so hard, I should live more comfortably after death.

But at this time, the wish couldn’t be fulfilled.

I hesitated for a moment and replied to them, “No need.”

Because I had no money.

How could people who didn’t even have money to see a doctor afford an expensive cemetery?

Just after hanging up the phone, my brother came back.

He hurriedly threw down his briefcase, with a puzzled look on his face. “Cemetery? What cemetery?”

I thought he knew something.

Who knew that the next second, he spoke with a face full of reproach. “Willow, what tricks are you playing again? I heard that you went to the government service center to ruin Sirena’s birthday party! Don’t mention Dad and Mom, even I feel ashamed! Sirena cried because she was worried about you and her birthday party was ruined. This is the only 18 years of her life! If it weren’t for the fact that she lost her parents when she was young, she wouldn’t want to live under someone else’s roof. Why can’t you tolerate her?”

I looked at Jack’s aggressive look and the words I wanted to say choked in my throat.

Was I not the one who couldn’t be tolerated?

Sirena’s 18th birthday was important, but what about me?

Since she appeared, I had never had a good birthday.

Every time my birthday came, Sirena either had a cold or an allergy.

Then my parents would decisively abandon me and the whole family would accompany her to the hospital.

For ten consecutive years, even if Sirena just sneezed, my parents would be so nervous that they would take out the thermometer.

And they simply forgot my 18th birthday.

When I didn’t even wait for a “Happy Birthday”, they remembered to organize a banquet for Sirena, customize a dress and prepare a birthday gift.

I looked at Jack with tears in my eyes and choked up to tell him, “Brother, my 18th birthday and my only 18th birthday, not only did you forget it, you didn’t even give me pocket money to buy a birthday cake…”

Jack remembered something and his eyes seemed to be moved.

But when he spoke, he was still in a bad mood. “Why are you so petty? If you didn’t make a mistake and didn’t repent, how could Dad and Mom be angry for so long?”

At this time, my parents and Sirena came back.

From a distance, their echoing scolding came from outside the door.

“You still have the face to mention your 18th birthday? Just based on what you did to Sirena, you don’t deserve to celebrate your birthday!”

My father’s face turned pale and the anger in his eyes seemed to want to devour me.

“You messed up Sirena’s birthday, but she cried and almost went into shock in order to ask us to forgive you! You don’t feel guilty at all?”

“Hurry up and apologize to your sister!”

Sirena pulled herself back from her sadness, forced a smile and walked forward. “No need to apologize, I want to eat the soy milk cake made by Willow. Can you make me a cake?”

My mother’s eyes flashed with a trace of relief and she hurriedly advised me, “Isn’t this your best dessert? Willow, Sirena is giving you a way out. It’s really a bargain for you. Why don’t you go!”

I looked at Sirena’s increasingly proud expression, without moving and asked her, “Aren’t you allergic to soybeans? Do you want to blame me for your allergy again by insisting on eating the cake I made?”

Sirena’s face turned pale instantly.

In almost the blink of an eye, she came up and grabbed my hand, begging me in an innocent tone, “I’m sorry, Willow, I forgot! It’s all my fault that I shouldn’t have fallen down the stairs when I was a child, which caused my brain to be damaged and I forgot about the allergy! Don’t be angry, okay? I can eat other flavors!”

Her hypocritical and pretentious look made me feel ridiculous.

When I made soy milk cake for the first time, I didn’t know that she was allergic to soybeans.

At that time, I wanted to prove my sincerity to my sister.

Just because she said she liked it, I burned my hands countless times before I baked a perfect cake base.

As a result, Sirena fainted due to an allergic reaction.

After waking up, she immediately cried and threw herself into my parents’ arms.

“Uncle, Aunt, the cake is a gift from Willow. She said it’s okay to eat a bite. Please don’t blame her. It’s all my fault for being greedy!”

I stood helplessly in front of the bed, facing my parents’ resentful eyes.

“I didn’t know that Sirena was allergic to soybeans and she didn’t tell me…”

But what I got in return was not trust.

Instead, my father kicked me in the stomach and kicked me several meters away.

It hurt so much that I couldn’t even get up.

“The whole family knows, how could you not know? Don’t make such a cheap excuse! I think you just can’t tolerate your sister!”

So, I was locked in the room for three whole days.

Those three days were the nightmare of my life.

No food, no water and even no access to the bathroom.

When I was released, I was exhausted.

Thinking of this, I rejected her coldly, “I am not good at cooking, so I can’t make what you want. Go buy whatever you want.”

Sirena held my arm without giving up and her tone was a little more fearful. “Okay, I don’t want to eat the cake. Please don’t be angry, okay?”

As she spoke, a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes.

The hand that pinched my arm became stronger and stronger.

Until, I pulled my hand back in pain and she fell to the ground defenselessly.

Everyone’s face changed suddenly.

My mother quickly helped Sirena up and checked her injuries nervously.

Sirena seemed to have hit her elbow. She leaned into my mother’s arms and whimpered, “Mom, it hurts…”

Jack rolled up his sleeves, gently rubbed the joints a few times, turned around and scolded, “Willow! You’re too much!”

My father was even more furious and he came up and slapped me.

“Willow, you are so shameless! If you hadn’t pushed Sirena down the stairs when she was a child, would she have hurt her brain! If I had known you were so vicious, I shouldn’t have given birth to you! You are not allowed to eat tonight, go back to your room and reflect on yourself!”

This slap was almost full of strength.

I felt one of my back teeth fall out.

My mother saw the blood at the corner of my mouth and her eyes showed some pity.