My Parents Sold My Future For Her Convenience Chapter 02

My Parents Sold My Future For Her Convenience Chapter 02

A dull ache prickled in my chest again. 

That “greedy” remark she’d been calling me that ever since 

I was eight. I’d caved and snuck one cherry from a bowl 

Bianca had left half–eaten. 

My mother saw it, snatched it right out of my hand, and 

from that day on, I was permanently branded as the 

greedy one who stole from her sister. 

I glanced back at the fruit she’d brought me earlier. A sad little plate of wilted apples–Bianca’s least favorite. 

I pushed the door open and stepped out. Bianca flinched, instinctively hiding the cherries behind her back. 

She gave me an awkward smile. “Celia. You just come out?” 

My mother’s eyes flicked from the cherries in Bianca’s 

arms to me. She rolled her eyes. “What else? She probably 

smelled them from her room.” 

She reached into the bowl, picked out three of the smallest 

cherries with visible reluctance, and thrust them at me. 

“Here. Don’t say I play favorites. You’ve already got apples 

in your room, don’t you?” 

I didn’t take them. Didn’t say a word. Just stepped around 

her outstretched hand in silence. 

Parents don’t often hand their kids an easy way out, and 

the unfavored ones? They don’t even get that option. 

So instead of reflecting or apologizing, my mother got 

angry at my silent refusal. 

“I don’t know what your problem is these days.” 

“Your father and I bust our backs working, putting food on 

the table, and we come home to that sour face of yours.” 

“Can’t you learn from 

your sister and show a little 

gratitude for once?” 

Bianca tugged at her sleeve. “Mom, stop. She’s probably 

just in a bad mood.” 

I didn’t bother with either of them. I walked to the front 

door and pulled it open, hopeful. 

Outside, my brother Riven held up a bouquet of 

sunflowers. “Ta–da! Celebrating our Celia! Top scorer in 

the whole state, science track!” 

I took the flowers, a real smile breaking through. “Thanks, 

Riven…” 

Before I could finish, a whiny voice cut in from behind. 

“Riven, you can’t play favorites just because Celia scored 

higher! I’m gonna be mad.” 

And just like that, my brother pulled out a tower of 

ribbon–wrapped boxes from behind him. 

“Of course I didn’t forget our Bianca. Celia gets flowers, 

you get presents too.” 

“Here, 1050. So I spent ten thousand five hundred on a full 

set of electronics for you. That’s four months of my 

paycheck.” 

Bianca squealed and threw herself at him. 

Me? I stood there frozen, clutching a single bundle of 

sunflowers. All alone.