Dying Unloved: My Cold Family's Bitter Regret

I made one phone call on my tenth birthday, and it cost me everything.

I just wanted my brother to come home for cake.

They never found his body after the car bomb. So my parents buried their grief in me. Eight years of kneeling in freezing rain. Eight years of being told my existence was a debt I could never repay.

Tonight, on the anniversary of his death, I'm going to die.

And the people who should have saved me won't even pick up the phone.