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CHAPTER 4

W
hile I was in my room, I heard a knock, and it was Olivia.

I told her to come in, and when she did, she was crying.

was wrong. I stopped what I was doing and told her to tell me what
“Why are Mom and Dad always concerned about you and not me?”

she mumbled.

I sighed and said, “Olivia, you know it’s not that. They do have
concern for you—it’s just… my health condition is very serious and

has to be taken care of most of the time. And you know how much they
worry when it comes to something like this.”

“But they’re always asking about you, stressing about you, and

definitely care about you more. I’m like a ghost here—I’m invisible to
them.”

“No, you’re not. They care about you, I know that.”
“Are you sure?”

“I promise my red little heart that they care about you. But do you
know I actually hate it when they worry about me more than you?” I

furrowed my eyebrows.

“Really?” she chuckled.
“Yeah! I mean, you’re the youngest here—you should be the one

getting more attention.” I smiled.
“But you’re sick. You need way more attention!” she snickered.