The Baby They Swapped, The Girl They Broke

My brother kicks my prosthetic leg every time he gets angry.

I've taken a lot of falls because of it, but this time was the worst. My shoulder felt like it had split down the middle.

I didn't cry, didn't make a scene. I only said I wanted to go to the hospital, and that was enough to set my parents off.

"So he gave it a couple of kicks. What's the big deal? It's just a fake leg. It can't feel anything anyway."

"Your brother's got a temper. Bottling it up isn't good for his health. Letting him take it out on you is just doing your duty as his older sister."

I said, very quietly,