To be honest, I wasn't prepared to deal with this situation...
Seeing Miriam there, listening from the beginning, the little girl seemed shocked, stunned, trying to understand everything, but perhaps a little confused, because what we were discussing was not exactly easy to understand.
But one thing was clear: hearing that I wouldn't be around much longer could only mean one thing!
"Mi... why are you here?"
I, already heated and tense, felt like cold water had been thrown on me when I saw her staring. I didn't know whether to attack or be gentle because my emotions were so conflicted.
"Are you saying you don't have much time left? Does that mean you're dying? Is it because of what happened when you stopped breathing?"
And as soon as Miriam said that, Mom and Get looked at me, visibly shaken. The condition, no matter how many times it was repeated, was always scary.
"No."
"You're lying again."
“…”
"I heard your sister say that you don’t have much time. What else don’t I know?"
"Miriam"
I walked towards her, but she takes a step back, wrapping her arms around herself.
"If you’re going to make excuses or lie, you better prepare yourself well, and I’ll give you the time."
Miriam walked towards the front door.
"If you’re going to lie, make sure I don’t notice, because there’s only one consequence…"
She leave immediately…
All I could see was the back of someone who feared these things the most, turning away, feeling a sharp pain. Miriam hated lies, but what she feared the most was loss. The little girl always distanced herself from deep relationships to avoid being torn apart like her sister. And I was coming into her life only brought her pain, something I hadn’t even considered.
As soon as Miriam was out of sight, I turned to my younger twin sister in a huff. I could honestly say that I had never felt the urge to kill someone as strong as I did in that moment.
"Satisfied now? Look what this has become, all because you didn't get what you wanted!"
I looked at my younger twin sister, who looked remorseful, but as soon as I expressed my anger, she quickly pushed her guilt aside and retorted with the same ferocity.
"If you had just followed the original plan, things wouldn't have ended like this. Just let the tape air, and it would have been over."
"Get, don't you feel anything about how things turned out?"
Mom shook her, then slapped her in frustration, but Get, unfazed by the slap, shrugged her shoulders irritably.
"Why should I care when no one ever cared about me? Ever since I was born, all I heard was, 'Oh God, Got this, Got that,' getting everything I wanted while I could have nothing. A child worthless to their parents gets nothing, no love, just discarded like the family's trash."
"You demand everything so blindly that you don’t even see what the people around you have given you!"
"You’re on Got’s side again! What have you or Got ever given me?"
"I gave you something,”
I said, addressing her more distantly than ever. We rarely spoke kindly to each other, but this was the first time we had used words like “I” and “you,” so much so that even Mom was surprised.
