Chapter 4The Monster I Raised

After Grandma was paralyzed, there was another person in the house who needed constant care.

To prevent any more "accidents," my mom quit her job to stay home and look after my brother and Grandma.

No one knew why my brother pushed her, but according to him, he just thought it would be fun.

That was how he always operated. Seeing other people suffer was fun to him. His happiness was only real if it was built on someone else’s pain.

After being betrayed by her precious grandson, Grandma’s attitude completely changed. She stopped talking to him and finally started realizing my worth.

Whenever she had something good to eat, she would call me over and save it for me.

She didn’t give my brother a single second of her time.

My brother caught us talking and sharing snacks a few times. He stared at us with a dark, sinister look.

“What are you guys doing?”

We stayed silent. He turned around and went back to watching cartoons. I let out a sigh of relief.

But I underestimated my brother.

He held grudges better than anyone. How could he just let it go?

Not long after, on a day when Grandma was taking a nap, my mom and I went to the supermarket.

My mom told him, “Stay out of the kitchen, and wait nicely for us to come back, understand?”

He smiled sweetly and agreed.

An hour later, when we got back and opened the door, we were immediately hit by the smell of smoke.

My mom’s face went pale in horror. She threw the door open to find the apartment filled with smoke.

She screamed his name like a madwoman. My brother was in the living room, completely unharmed.

But when I went to look for Grandma, I realized the smoke was pouring out of her bedroom.

Grandma was still lying in bed. I covered my nose and yelled, “Grandma! Grandma, get up!”

She didn’t answer.

I yelled a few more times. My mom rushed in, shaking her. “Mom! Mom! What’s wrong? Mom!”

Grandma remained lifeless. As the smoke cleared slightly, I could faintly see her lips were turning purple.

My mom reached out with a trembling finger to check her breathing. Two seconds later, she let out a piercing scream and collapsed onto the floor.

Grandma was dead.