They Chose the Dog Over Their Dying Daughter

1: 1

The Loving Family group chat was buzzing away.

I took a photo of the college acceptance letter I'd just picked up and sent it to the group.

Dead silence. Not one person answered.

An hour later, my sister posted a two-second voice clip. It was her dog barking.

Mom appeared in a heartbeat. Toffee's little bark is so adorable, it melted my heart.

Dad was right behind her. "Does Toffee miss Grandpa? Grandpa set up a fancy little villa just for you."

Even Carter Fox, who hadn't replied to my messages in two weeks, suddenly came alive.

"I had someone buy imported dog food from overseas. When are you coming home? I'll take time off to pick you up."

I was sitting on a jolting, packed city bus, the whole car thick with the smell of sweat.

My stomach churned, and my eyes started to sting.

So the letter I'd fought with everything I had to earn wasn't worth as much as one whimper from a puppy.

Fine, I thought. A chat I couldn't fit into, I could just leave.

I got off the bus and a wave of heat rolled straight into my face.

My head swam, my legs went weak, and I crouched at the curb for a long time without it easing up.

I opened my chat with Carter. It was still stuck on last night.

"I have to go pick up my acceptance letter at school tomorrow. Could you drive me?"

Afraid I was being a burden, I carefully added another line.

"We'll go first thing in the morning, it won't get in the way of your work."

But even now, he hadn't answered.

Under the blazing sun, I walked another twenty minutes before I got home.

The front door stood wide open, workers coming in and out, everything a mess.

All my things had been dumped in the living room, kicked and stepped on, in a sorry state.

My room was unrecognizable.

"What are you doing?"

Mom lifted her head from her phone, careless. "Your sister and Toffee are coming home. They have to have somewhere to stay."

"Isn't my sister's room right there? Why are you touching my room?"

Dad carried in a bag of dog toys and set them down in what had been my room.

"We can't exactly make Toffee squeeze in with Nellie, can we?"

"You're off to college anyway, so your room works out perfectly as Toffee's."

I opened my mouth, feeling wronged.

My sister had been abroad for years, and her room had been kept exactly as it was the whole time.

Mom cleaned it on a schedule. No one had ever touched it.

"Couldn't you at least wait until I've left to do this?"

Mom's face darkened.

"It's Toffee's first time coming home. How could we make it make do with something second-rate?"

"Enough. Stop wearing that long face all day like we all owe you something."

"Nellie's over there suffering and working herself to the bone abroad, and you're sitting here at home in comfort. What is there to be unhappy about?"

They'd said things like this more times than I could count.

While my sister was abroad, they wired her three thousand dollars in spending money every month, right on time.

My own allowance, meanwhile, got squeezed from five hundred down to three, and they often forgot to give it at all.

When the seasons changed, they ordered new clothes online early and had them mailed to my sister.

When it was my turn: "You've got clothes to wear, that's enough. You think our money blows in on the wind?"

At holidays and celebrations, we always went to that seafood restaurant my sister liked.

I complained quietly that I was allergic to seafood, and they tore into me.

"You ungrateful thing. It's already hard enough not being able to see Nellie, and now you have to twist the knife!"

"Even if Nellie can't eat it, we take photos and send them to her. At least it's something to remind her of home."

Scene after scene surfaced in my mind.

I should be used to it by now. What was I still hoping for?

I swallowed down the sourness in my throat and quietly gathered the things scattered on the floor, an armful of them.

"Then where do I live?"

Mom pointed offhandedly at the storage room.

"Just make do with a floor mat in there for a few days."

The storage room was cramped, no air conditioning. A little while inside and I was drenched in sweat.

I hadn't had a single drink of water since morning, and I felt shaky and lightheaded.

I pulled the door open, about to go find something to eat, and everything went black. I dropped to the floor.

I don't know how long it was, but when I woke up I was still lying on the ground.

The house was silent. Everyone was gone.

Bracing myself against the wall, I struggled over to the dining table, tore open a box of expired instant ramen, and poured in hot water.

My phone lit up. The Loving Family group chat had come alive again.

Mom had posted a group selfie.

"Nellie, our little princess, a new upscale seafood restaurant just opened near the house. We came ahead to scope it out for you."

Dad smiled toward Carter.

"Carter couldn't rest easy, so he came along specially to give it his stamp of approval."

Carter's profile picture kept flickering.

"Anywhere you two pick is bound to be a good call. Their signature seafood porridge is amazing."

"What time do you land tomorrow? I'll head over early and wait for you."

Watching all that warmth on the screen, my chest felt stuffed up, like a wet towel was jammed against it.

I looked at my acceptance letter. The school was Northport, three thousand kilometers from home.

When I sent the letter to the group this morning, I'd even been nervous they'd grill me about why I was going so far away.

Turned out I'd flattered myself. They didn't care where I was going at all.

I pressed the screen dark and bent down for a big mouthful of ramen.

The spicy broth caught in my throat and stung my nose.

It's fine. If other people don't love you, you just love yourself.

2: 2

The storage room was sealed up tight, hot and stuffy as a steamer.

The air smelled of dust and damp, and on that thin yoga mat I tossed and turned all night.

It was almost dawn before I finally fell asleep.

Half-conscious, I thought I heard someone push the door open and say something.

I didn't catch it. I rolled over and kept sleeping.

Then a basin of cold water crashed down over me.

My mother stood in the doorway, plastic basin in hand.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep, that's all you know how to do. Your sister's about to land at the airport and here you are lying around like a dead pig."

My father leaned in for a look, his face dark.

"Are you doing this on purpose? Trying to make it clear your sister isn't welcome home?"

"You ungrateful little thing. Selfish since the day you were born, only ever thinking about yourself, can't even stand your own sister!"

I was fully awake now. I muttered under my breath.

"Nobody told me she was coming back first thing this morning."

To them, I was invisible.

Nobody ever bothered to tell me about anything that mattered.

But the moment they needed the whole family gathered to put on a happy little reunion, of course they expected me to show up on time.

I dragged myself up off the mat, a soaked mess.

"Hurry up. Don't hold us up going to get your sister."

By the time I'd pulled myself together and run downstairs, I saw the rain was pouring outside.

Carter was already waiting in the car by the building.

My parents sat in the back seat, the front passenger seat empty.

I reached for the passenger door without thinking, but Carter tossed a bag onto the seat.

"That seat's saved for Nellie Sullivan."

"The lumbar cushion's brand new. She's a clean freak. If you sit there she probably won't want to sit in it anymore."

Rain dripped onto my head, down my neck.

I lowered my eyes to hide the sting in them.

I opened the rear door. My mother sat there by it, not moving an inch.

"Could you slide over a little?"

"That middle spot's for Toffee."

Rain slid down my hair and dropped off the ends.

"It's not even here right now. I'll just sit for now"

My mother's face went cold at once.

"Do you have any sense at all? Don't you know Toffee's a clean freak just like Nellie?"

My father's brows drew tight.

"A grown woman with no self-awareness. What's wrong with taking the bus yourself?"

I had plenty of self-awareness.

My place had always come after Nellie. Now it came after her dog too.

"Can I just not go?"

My mother shot me a look and said coldly,

"Nellie's finally back in the country. If her own sister doesn't come, how do you think she'll feel?"

"Did you learn nothing in all your years of school? A waste, raising you this big!"

Carter said nothing, head down, refreshing the flight status over and over.

He fastened his seatbelt without so much as a glance at me.

"That's enough. We'll be late if we don't leave now."

"Nellie's been on a flight for over ten hours. She must be exhausted. We can't keep her waiting."

"There's no room in the car. You take the bus."

My mother yanked the door shut, the car started, and it pulled away without looking back.

The spray splashed all over me.

In the driving wind and rain my umbrella bent out of shape, and I was already soaked through.

I walked twenty minutes, then squeezed onto a packed bus.

The whole ride jolted along, my head spinning.

By the time I finally reached the airport, I was drenched, shivering under the blast of the air conditioning.

I sent a message to the group chat. "Where are you? Can someone share their location with me?"

I waited a long time. No one answered.

I called my mother. She didn't pick up.

I called my father. Same thing, no answer.

Finally I called Carter, and he picked up.

"We're already on our way back. I need the phone for navigation, hanging up now."

Watching the people streaming through the airport, I suddenly laughed, and the laughing turned into tears.

I couldn't understand it. We were both their daughters, so why were they so cold, so heartless toward me?

All my care, all the ways I tried to be good, meant nothing to them.

I was worth less than a dog my sister had picked up on a whim.

"My birthday's the day after tomorrow. Don't forget, everyone, get ready in advance."

My father's reply popped up right away: "We won't forget. It's all been ready for ages."

Carter added a line too: "I've got a surprise ready too."

Something stirred in my chest.

The day after tomorrow was my birthday.

3: 3

My frozen heart quietly grew a little hope again.

Over the past few years, every time my birthday came around, my mother would sigh and shake her head.

"Who knows if Nellie's managing to take care of herself out there. Let's hold off on your birthday for now."

"We'll celebrate together once Nellie's home."

Maybe Mom and Dad were just so worried about my sister so far overseas that they'd forgotten me without meaning to.

I told myself that, and even the pouring rain seemed a little charming.

The whole way there, I couldn't calm down.

When I got home, the house was empty. Not a soul.

I ran into a neighbor. "Your family just went out to dinner together. How come you didn't go?"

Any other time, I'd have quietly ached over it.

This time I lifted my chin and answered lightly.

"Yeah, my sister's back. Everyone went out to celebrate."

I changed into clean clothes and jogged over to the seafood restaurant from the night before.

By the time I arrived, they were nearly done eating.

They glanced up at me and went right back to their own laughter.

Disappointment rose in me, but the moment I thought of my birthday three days away, I hurried to tell myself not to be so petty.

After I'd filled my stomach with plain tap water, they finally stood up.

Carter looked tenderly at Nellie beside him.

"Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan, Nellie hasn't been back in so long. I booked a photography studio just for this."

"Let's go take a family portrait. Something to remember it by."

Everyone agreed at once.

It came to me all at once. Back when Carter and I were secretly dating, he'd promised me.

"Once you finish your SATs, we'll go take a set of couple photos and announce it to the whole world."

Was he planning to make it official today, with the whole family here?

I pressed down hard on the flutter surging in my chest and followed silently behind them.

Inside the studio, Dad and Mom sat neatly in the front row.

Nellie and Carter stood shoulder to shoulder, matched enough to look like a wedding shot.

I hesitated a moment, then stepped up to Carter's other side, just as the photographer pointed at me.

"You there. Your outfit doesn't really match. It's throwing off the whole picture."

I looked down at my old school uniform, washed pale.

The rest of them had arranged in advance to wear light clothes in the same tone.

Only me. Like an outsider who'd wandered into the frame by mistake.

Mom turned and glanced at me. "You sit this one out."

I twisted my fingers. "Isn't this a family portrait?"

Dad's brows drew together. "You're told to step down, so step down. Enough with the backtalk."

Carter was bent close to Nellie, saying something, not the least bit aware of how awkward I felt.

The hurt lodged in my throat, and I could only back quietly into the shadows at the side.

It's fine. In a little while, Carter will make it official.

They finally finished the family portrait, and Mom and Dad stood up, beaming at the two of them.

"Carter, why don't you take one alone with Nellie?"

"You two are dressed so well together today. It'd be a shame not to."

Nellie's face went pink, and Carter laughed and pulled her over.

"One, then."

I stood off to the side, holding my patience, watching them take one intimate photo after another.

At last it was over, and my heart climbed into my throat.

Then he only gave me a faint glance, and the whole group walked straight past me and out.

The promise from those days, he'd forgotten it clean.

I blinked hard, forcing down the wetness in my eyes.

Maybe he wanted to wait until my birthday itself to surprise me.

I should believe in him.

Over the next two days, even though everyone stayed as cold as ever, I tried my hardest to please every one of them.

I tidied the living room on my own, washed the piled-up dishes, and carefully looked after Toffee, the little dog Nellie had brought home.

The night before my birthday, I dug out the bank card I'd been saving on for years.

I quietly worked it out. If they gave me a birthday gift tomorrow, what should I pick to give back to them.

I tossed and turned all night, and waited full of hope for morning to come.

4: 4

The second my summer shift ended, I rushed home.

Carter's car was already parked downstairs.

The elevator was tied up with someone hauling boxes, and I couldn't wait a second longer, so I ran up the stairs all the way to the sixth floor.

My heart pounded, and my hands were shaking from how excited I was.

I opened the door to a place blazing with light, the living room strung with colorful balloons.

"Mom, Dad, I'm ho"

The words caught in my throat, and the smile froze on my face.

Under all that lavish decoration, my sister Nellie stood in front of a three-tier cake, holding Toffee, who had a little birthday hat on.

Mom snapped out of it first and shot me a cold glare.

"What's all the racket for? You'll scare my precious granddaughter."

Dad looked put out too.

"Gone all day, nowhere to be found. The whole house is busy setting up and you don't even think to help."

Carter didn't so much as glance at me. Smiling, he pulled a gift box out of his coat.

He drew out a glittering little star pendant and fastened it around Toffee's neck.

"Happy first birthday, little Toffee!"

That star pendant was the gift I'd bought him last year with money from my summer job.

And he'd just handed it off to the dog.

The loss and hurt crashed over me, swallowing me whole.

Nellie looked up at me. "Sis, what did you get Toffee?"

Every pair of eyes in the room turned to me.

I stood frozen, my throat aching.

I'd been so sure the whole party was for me. Who buys their own birthday present?

When I didn't answer, Nellie's eyes misted over.

"Sis, is it that you don't want me and Toffee back home?"

Then came Mom and Dad's scolding, one after another.

"Louise, how can you be so thoughtless? Nellie finally comes back, and you can't even bother to show a little kindness?"

Carter lifted his eyes to me, distant and indifferent.

"Louise, you really are in the wrong here."

I kept my head down and bit down hard on my lip.

They'd gone to all this trouble, pouring their hearts into a birthday party for my sister's pet.

And not one of them remembered that today was my birthday too.

"A day like this, and you're moping around with that face?"

"Get back to your room. Don't stand there embarrassing us."

Mom dragged me by force to the storage room and locked the door from the outside.

Before long, laughter and cheerful voices drifted in.

Tears soaked into the pillow.

I don't know how long it was before thick smoke started filling everywhere.

I jolted awake and pounded on the door with everything I had.

No one answered. Coughing on the smoke, I grabbed the hammer from the toolbox beside me and slammed it against the lock.

Just as I was about to get out, the cabinet next to me toppled over and pinned my leg.

I dropped to the floor and couldn't move.

"Help, someone help"

The door to Mom and Dad's bedroom opened. Mom stepped right over me and shoved into my sister's room.

She carried Nellie out on her back and ran without once looking back.

The smoke kept thickening, and I coughed hard against it.

Carter appeared in my line of sight, and a thread of hope flared up in me again.

"Carter, I'm over here"

His steps paused. Then he turned and went into my old room.

A moment later, he hurried off with Toffee in his arms.

I closed my eyes, and the tears slid down my cheeks.

At the edge of life and death, in his heart the dog's life mattered more than mine.

Something in me went cold for good.

I slowed my breathing, but the smoke still forced its way into my nose from every direction.

My breaths came faster and faster.

I clawed my way toward the door with all my strength.

Sounds came from the doorway again.

Dad had come back, and I thought he'd finally realized I was still there.

My throat couldn't manage a sound anymore, so I could only look up at him through my tears.

Instead he stepped past me and ran to Toffee's room.

When he came out, he had the dog's kennel in his arms.

"What are you lying here for? Fighting a dumb animal for attention, even faking an injury to get sympathy. Have you no shame?"

Watching Dad's back as he walked away, I couldn't help but laugh.

The smoke was blurring my mind.

In that despair, I couldn't stop the bitter laugh at myself.

Fine, then. I'll give this life back to you.

From here on the debt of raising me is settled. We owe each other nothing.