They Chose the Favorite Over Me

The day Grandma Dickerson was discharged after her stroke, my dad sent me out to get some herbal medicine to build her strength back up.

My best friend's grandfather happened to be a herbalist known all over the area, and he put together the most nourishing tonic for me and charged me only two thousand dollars, his cost.

The second I got home, Greg Dickerson snatched the packet of medicine out of my hand. "This is worth two thousand? One whiff and I can tell it's cheap garbage boiled down from ingredients that didn't cost fifty bucks. You trying to hurt Grandma?"