Evelyn always gets what she wants.
"Mom has decided. This set of jewelry is for you, as a wedding gift from her," she said.
Evelyn pretended to hesitate. "Will my sister be upset?"
"Why would she be? Matters of the heart can't be forced. It’s her own fault for being unpleasant and malicious; Albie’s dislike is her own doing, not your concern. She used to bully you, so it's only fair she compensates you with this jewelry."
Evelyn happily donned the jewelry, twirling in front of the mirror with delight.
Mom watched Evelyn with a satisfied smile.
It was something I could forever long for but never have.
Mom always took matters into her own hands for Evelyn.
She wanted to ensure that her precious daughter’s life was without regret.
And I, once stolen away, was nothing more than an afterthought.
I watched as Mom worked tirelessly to adjust Evelyn’s jewelry size.
Evelyn, being a bit fatter than me, refused to have her jewelry altered.
Mom, devoted to her beloved daughter, insisted on personally resizing the jewelry for her precious girl, despite her own health.
As a top designer in the industry, Mom's latest creations adorn Evelyn from head to toe, some even custom-made.
And I, will never have that honor.
Later, I became a jewelry designer myself, designing pieces for my own enjoyment.
With no one to love me, I chose to love myself.
The night after Mom finished altering Evelyn's jewelry, she collapsed.
At the hospital, the diagnosis was grave.
"The patient’s liver cancer has recurred."
Dad swayed, as if struck by a heavy blow, nearly unable to stand. "How could this be? Wasn't the recovery supposed to be going well?"
"Has the patient experienced any unusual symptoms recently?"
"It's just that our daughter is getting married. My wife has been busy helping out, and recently, she's been staying up all night resizing jewelry for her."
"This is so reckless! After just recovering, how can her body withstand such strain?"
"What do we do now, doctor? Please, you must save my mom."
Evelyn looked at the doctor with tears in her eyes. The doctor’s expression grew serious. "We need to prepare for a second liver transplant."
"Then call Florence immediately."
Suddenly, everyone remembered me and frantically tried to reach me.
"Hello, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable..."
Hearing the message on the phone, everyone’s faces turned grim.
Evelyn, sobbing, said, "Sister must still be angry with me. I’ll go plead with her. If she agrees to save Mom, I’ll leave Alb and the Weaver family."
"That wretched Florence! Even now, in Mom’s critical condition, she still won't answer her phone. She's truly heartless!"
I looked at my sister, my own flesh and blood. So, in your eyes, I am nothing but a wretch.
Dad scoffed, "She's got us in her grasp, waiting for us to beg her."
"I don’t want her liver anymore, that ungrateful daughter. Since she doesn’t care about my life, I’ll consider her no daughter of mine."
Even as Mom regained consciousness, she joined in condemning me with disdain.
Enraged, My sister pounded the wall. "I’ll go find her."