Chapter 1 — My Whole Family Hates Me

1On my 18th birthday, I was diagnosed with a brain tumor. After wandering the streets all morning, I walked into the photography shop and took a photo. The only requirement is to smile. Two hours later, the photo editing guy in the shop looked very awkward, as if he had finally given up on pursuing "perfection", and gave up. "Girl, I can only edit this much, what do you think?" I glanced at the screen, my face with a forced smile, my expressionless face replied: "No way." It's better not to smile if you laugh this ugly. Having no other choice, he had to call the shop owner on the second floor to come down and handle it. "Mr. Song Lam is the best, I guarantee he will make you beautiful." I was half-convinced. Until I saw my stiff face suddenly transformed, eyes curved, mouth smiling slightly, teeth slightly exposed. So beautiful. I praised: "Divine." The young shop owner named Song Lam held a cigarette and said softly: "If it weren't for you saying this with an expressionless face, maybe I would have believed it to some extent." I tried to curl my lips, tried to smile a little, but in the end I gave up in the face of their slightly uncomfortable eyes. The employee quickly spoke up to calm the atmosphere. "This beautiful photo should be kept carefully." I explained: "It's not an ID photo." He asked aimlessly: “Oh, what is that for?” I replied: "Photo." "Zoom in a bit, when can I get it as soon as possible?" 2The employee looked at me with frightened eyes. Song Lam, who was preparing to play a game on the chair, also frowned at me. He walked over, stopped the employee who had just opened the machine to prepare to print photos. After silently looking at me up and down, he asked: "Do you think I'm still young, 18 years old?" I blinked, "It's just today." He frowned deeper, “Then why did you take the photo?” Because I want to die. I didn't answer like that, to avoid trouble, I just asked: "This is my personal matter, you just need to tell me when I can get it or when it's done." But clearly, the two people in front of me were not convinced at all. The employee was afraid that I would think too hard, so he asked me to call my family and ask clearly, otherwise this photo would not be printed. I'm annoyed, why is there such a talkative and annoying man? At that moment I was about to turn around and leave. But in the corner of my eye, I saw the photo on the computer screen, where I was smiling slightly looking back at myself. I really don't want to give up. That's it, if I find another shop, I probably won't be able to make it look as beautiful as this. Reluctantly, I took out my phone and texted the family group. Me: 【I just took a photo. If you're free, please call the staff to talk to me.】3The group chat was silent. Half an hour later, my brother texted again. 【Delete it for me now!】 【You know what day it is and you still deliberately say that, Luc Ly, this makes us uncomfortable, right!】 My face was expressionless, I didn't want to waste time explaining further. Me: 【I just wanted to take a photo.】 Today is also my birthday. But it's not important. My only wish is to have a beautiful photo. That way I can die with peace of mind. The older brother was silent for a few minutes, his tone mixed between anger and disappointment. 【Only dead people take photos, if you want to take a photo then go die.】 My finger stopped suddenly on the screen. My limbs also gradually became cold. And the next second, a small line of text appeared in the group chat frame. 【You have been kicked out of the chat group by the administrator, Dad】 The employee saw me bowing my head and not moving for a long time, thinking I was losing concentration. The employee walked up to me and was about to ask, but when he saw my red eyes, he stopped immediately. I feel bothered. Crying is the weakest thing. But after so many times, I still couldn't control it. In front of the two of them, I called my dad. After three times

Hang up the phone, he finally listens. Before I could say anything, his voice lowered and filled with anger. "Don't call anymore, your dad is dead!" Then there was a "click" sound as the call was hung up. Two people in the shop: "..." I shrugged, not paying much attention, wiping away some wetness from the corner of my eyes. "I see." Sighing, I tried to persuade again. "I'm 18 years old, I have the right to make my own decisions in this matter." Song Lam looked at me intently for a few seconds. "Where is your mother? Call her." I remained silent. He involuntarily comforted him. "Your mother gave birth to you and raised you, but she's not that cruel." Even though he didn't want to admit it, he was wrong. "My mother didn't allow me to have any contact with her." What she did was ten times more cruel than my father and brother. 4 Perhaps they didn't expect my situation to be so complicated, but they finally agreed to help me. It's just that before leaving, shop owner Song Lam seemed to casually say, "Always keep your phone open, come pick it up yourself two weeks later." Two weeks, does it take so long... I was confused. Leaving the photography shop, it was only three or four o'clock in the afternoon, I headed straight to another location. As the feeling of dizziness gradually set in, the phone in my pocket vibrated twice. There were so many people passing by on the street. To avoid fainting in the middle of the street and making everyone panic, I quickly sat down against the wall. Take three deep breaths, your trembling hands gradually stabilize. Taking out my phone, I still held out some hope. Years ago, on my birthday, I was often kicked out of the house and not allowed to return. But every time the day was about to end, even though my brother hated me, he still proactively texted me that I could go home. For an underage girl, wandering the streets for a long time is still not safe. But today, my hope was completely shattered when I read my brother's text messages. 【Normally, you pretend to be sick to get sympathy. Today you're already an adult, why don't you be a little more reasonable?】 【Today is A Van's birthday, mom is rarely in a happy mood, are you deliberately doing something unlucky like taking a photo to annoy us?】 【I see you like that, don't come home today! Avoid touching A Van, ruining our atmosphere.】 【Follow it yourself out there!】 I felt a sharp pain in my heart, my fingers stiffened. The A Van he was talking about was Luc Van. Also my sister. My sister and I are twins. Sometimes we heard from our neighbors that even though my mother was pregnant with us, although it was hard, we were very happy. "Whether it was twins or two girls, I liked them all." But no one expected that on the day of birth, because the two children were too big, the mother had difficulty giving birth. And because I was one step ahead of Luc Van, she was stuck in her belly for so long that when she was born, her face was purple. Not long after, she stopped breathing. From that moment on, I was labeled a "murderer". My mother hugged the deceased Luc Van and cried bitterly, looking at me with eyes full of resentment, hoping that it was me who died. At that time, I was just a newborn baby. There were times when I was so hungry, I cried and screamed for milk. My mother went crazy, screaming and wanting to throw me down the stairs. Luckily, the nurse came to save me in time. For many years, I have never celebrated a birthday. Because today, the whole family is celebrating Luc Van. As for me, the person who killed her, I don't deserve to appear in the house. They also naturally thought I didn't deserve a birthday celebration. Memories filled with pressure flooded back, I forced myself to pull the corners of my mouth, smiled bitterly, and answered him. 【Okay. I don't need you to worry whether I live or die out here.】 The person on the other side seemed to be choked up and felt like he couldn't save face. The chat box keeps showing "The other person is logging in" over and over again. Five minutes later, last

and he threw out two words. 【Sick!】