The Final Letter to My Family

The whole family got food poisoning and was hospitalized, so I cooked century egg and lean pork congee and brought it over.

My younger sister, who had always liked my cooking, suddenly said, “Today’s porridge tastes awful.”

My hand trembled as I held the bowl.

She went on, “Even though Ryan is Dad’s illegitimate son, I like him more.”

“Don’t think that all your running around matters—this family is the same with or without you.”

Her cold tone didn’t sound like she was joking.

I couldn’t help but ask, “Have I treated you badly?”