Two Months Left to Love Me

On the day Grandma Maeve passed away, my divorced parents, who had both remarried, stood over her coffin arguing about who would be stuck with me.

In my past life, I felt sorry for my dad, Richard.

I chose to stay with him, hoping to ease his loneliness.

I even helped him pick the numbers for a lottery ticket that ended up winning a ten-million-dollar jackpot.

But the moment he struck it rich, he bought mansions and luxury cars for my stepmother and step-siblings.

Meanwhile, he refused to spend even a few hundred dollars on painkillers for me.