Left to Die in the Snow: My Family's Ultimate Regret

During our winter hiking trip in the Aspen mountains, my foster brother, Julian, deliberately pushed me, breaking my leg.

But my parents left me behind in the freezing snow, running a high fever and unable to walk, just to rush Julian to the hospital for his minor scratches.

I held onto my dad’s coat, sobbing and begging them to take me with them.

But my mom coldly slapped my hand away.

"Julian is bleeding so much, and all you care about is competing for our attention?"

"How did I give birth to such a malicious son? Stay here by yourself and think about what you’ve done!"