Told I'd Live Long, Mom Loved My Doomed Sister

All because when I was eight, a fortune-teller said I would live to a hundred. My sister, though, had the classic face of a girl fated to die young. So Mom took back all the love she'd had for me and gave it to my sister. When my sister shoved my bike into a ditch for fun, I needed sixteen stitches. "Quit being dramatic. It's not like you're going to die." Mom cursed me like she wanted me dead, then turned to my sister, whose knee was only scraped, and got so worried her eyes went red.