They Chose the Wrong Sister

After I came down with the rare condition that stole my sense of pain, my parents and Dylan Henson treated it like a crisis.

They cleared the house of anything sharp and laid thick carpet across every floor, terrified I'd hurt myself somewhere I couldn't feel it.

Then my sister came home, the one with the same rare disorder as me, except hers ran the other way. Her senses were painfully sharp, her pain a hundred times what an ordinary person felt.

I only hugged her, gently, and she cried out.