After I Swallowed the Whole Bottle, Mom Begged Me to Wake Up

When I was four, Julian and I were kidnapped together.

To protect my little brother, I ended up with a broken leg that never healed right.

When the police finally found us, Julian was crying, curled up in my arms.

I forced myself to stand straight through the agonizing pain and smiled at my mother. "Mom, look... Julian is safe..."

I thought as long as Julian was okay, Mom would be happy. She loved him the most, after all.

Instead, Mom slapped me hard across the face.

"You truly are a monster!" she shrieked. "Did you think that by losing your brother, we would only love you?"